Words for the Winter Solstice In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone. Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow In the bleak midwinter, long ago. —Christina Rossetti It is precisely when the world is darkest, the nights longest, and the bone-chilling wind the most fierce that we need the warmth and light of a new birth. Make ready. The Sun is about to cast his beams on a crusty earth that begs to be thawed. Our pride and arrogance aches to melt. Rise, Sun, with healing in your wings, and bring us Light and Life. A sheep meadow would suffice to await your Dawning. A stable would suffice as the spot where light and darkness might embrace and kiss each other. Shine on the crossbeams that have held love captive for a time. Shatter the tomb and free the Godbody once and for all.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 21:40:07 +0000