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Posted: December 14th. 2011 7:23:33 AM
Yule: The Promise
by Robin Fennelly
Age Group: Adult
Move slowly and
speak not a word
And we may catch
a glimpse of HIM yet.
The night is dark
but I have seen the
icy thread of HER cloak.
Crystal blue eyes and
hair black as the midnight sky
grace a face of pale beauty
poised on a body that is tall and lithe.
She has etched the night sky with
fingers long and fair painting starlight and
holding the breath of new dawn
in HER hands’ cupped embrace.
SHE has embraced the world
in the longest of nights.
HER Promise held deep within.
The forest is hushed and white with snow.
Ice crystals glisten round and all of life
patiently holds strong in stillness
and pause with anticipation of
newly born hope and renewal.
We watch and wait in silence.
The cold penetrating and deep
in its reminder that we are vibrant, alive, aware.
It is for us that this night returns as the
Wheel comes to rest in imbalance.
It is our yearning that calls us from our
warmth and comfort to offer up
adoration and honor to the Light that
sustains and answers with flame.
We watch and we wait in silence.
The time is almost near
and our hearts beat in excitement,
attuned to the cycles that are eternal.
Stillness hangs heavy.
Crimson lips gently part and
SHE breathes an exhale of gentle release
as sun light stretches from its inner sleep.
The fiery fingers of new child’s grasp
reaching out to experience, explore
and warm all within its reach.
The returning Light of the Solstice
cries out anew, its sounds inaudible
to all but those who have silently
waited in the darkness.
The Mother of Winter’s long cold night
has called forth Her Child as the world
awakens to the Promise of Sun King’s return.
Author's Notes: This poem is part of a series of poems written in honor of the Wheel of the Year. The Winter Solstice holds the promise of things new and also the opportunity to revise and transform those things that we still cling to in the dark. With the turning towards the Waxing of the year potential lay in where we place the balance of our efforts, and where we shift our focus of illumination.
Have a blessed Yule!
Author's Location: Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania
More Poems: Robin Fennelly has posted 24 additional poems- View them?
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