On the threshold (a poem for the Winter solstice ) brighter pathsand longest night

We remember, old friends
the warmth of breath,
on the threshold now
escaping the darkness
bridging the void
lighting  fires to rekindle
the glow from within
releasing again

the eternal surge and flow
of humanity's embrace
hands stretched out
travelling light,
mapping the invisible
on this shortest day

and longest night
toasting new beginnings
setting course on paths of freedom,
as moon's shadow casts its seed
and the night dances
with the cathedral of earth
and the white bones of winter

delivers to all brighter paths
yuletide bringing gentleness to restore 
to allow all things to become possible.