25 Dec 2019
In the rising breath of the still dark morning
Geese and swans give their constant call
On the lake that moves under the crystalline freeze
To the call of winter’s longing to know silence
Longing to deepen, to let rest that which needs
These cold quiet times to sleep in
~
Sitting here in the comfort of warmth
In the sparkle of lights scattered around the lake
Listening, feeling, seeing the thin line of coral sky
Break open the day as the languid Sun ascends
Waking the Christmas morning
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This declared Holy day gives celebration
To a consciousness born from the Womb of
The Divine feminine, Mary, mother of Christ
Birthing compassion, care, tenderness, kindness.
Birthing a Light to awaken Love, only Love
~
From the humble heart that speaks softly
An ever present voice that calls you to remember
This Christ consciousness is birthed in you
From the Great Mother’s deep dark womb
It is a gift of magic. An innocent, pure gift of love
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The breath of this still morning brings it’s light
Geese and swans continue their morning ritual
The crystalline lake opens a water way
And Winter takes slow to settle into the land
And in my longing, I rest in the knowing
That love, compassion, tenderness and kindness
Make Life a sacrament to living
cc jeanne adwani
This may be my favorite poem from you beautiful collection of writing! Blessings to you in the stillness, dear Jeanne. Merry Christmas!
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