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Come The Light
this parabolic transit arcs to a still-point
a reflective moment
among cycles of time
we watch for the return of the sun
or the son perhaps?
either way there is hope
long buried in the heart of winter’s icy repose
this pregnant darkness
and it was always so
the Holly King’s demise
seeding future birth
we must be devoured in darkness
before being born to the light
the crone is glancing over her shoulder now
the scent of the maiden comes slowly
the wheel turns
from our Earthed North
held deep in Gaia’s bosom
borne East on the wind
breath of life
South into the fire of transformation
and then West to the healing waters
Mistletoe strikes at the heart of all of our Baldour’s
fills us with deep foreboding and dread
but we know he will come again
reborn vital and full of joy
so it is
embrace the darkness
fill your cup with soulful gratitude
look to that which sustains you
speak a blessing for family
for nature herself
and drink to the coming light
Written for Sarah’s advent calendar of poems.
A huge Thank You to Megan Manske at downtherabbithole for the use of her beautiful Winter Solstice Mandala.
Please visit her amazing site. Not too late for that last minute Christmas/Solstice gift right?
Thank you so much to Paul who scribbles here: https://paulscribbles.wordpress.com/ He’s got a direct line to the dark gods, I think.