Snow Moon

Snow

Moon Goddess

Pregnant with longing

sighs of subterranean stirring

Rebirth

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New Year Days

Sun rising

fades

into sun setting

with a careless disdain

for the regimented

ticking of the clock

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Winter Solstice - Shadows

Shadows


Sometimes, it seems the light is too bright to bear

Sometimes, it seems  the dark has worries of it's own 

Sometimes, it seems the stars are the only ones watching

Sometimes, it seems the world turns without you

Sometimes, the best way to face your fears 
is to sit down and eat with them.

And know that God is in the shadows

Blessed be


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Antiphon of Advent - Wisdom

O Wisdom, 

flowing from the mouth of the Most High; 

reaching far and wide, 

disposing of all things sweetly and mightily. 

Come teach us the way of prudence.

Sofia,  beautiful -  skin deep; 

heart deep; blood deep; gut deep.

The beauty of a crone; shining wisdom; 

flowing compassion; crafting prudence.

Sofia, midwife of hope; knowing beyond; seeing within. 

Tasting the humours on her tongue; 

ferric blood; salty tears.

Sofia, counting the quickening in her heartbeat;

Holding the moon in her embrace;

Calling Hope in her song.

O, Come...O, Come.

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Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones 
may break bones
but 'Nothing'
can break hearts

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Remembering

Bright day, 
remembering
re-member-ing 
the lost

Chaos clears,
formation
them and us
remembering

Last Post
remembering
last breath's 
farewell

Shot fires,
silence
remembering 
120 seconds

Gulls cry
re-member-ing
death's wail
fallen

Poppy's fall 
re-member-ing
grieving hearts
remembering

Lest we
ever 
forget


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Yes

Why not just say 'Yes'

To the thought of being free

To the end of all the wondering

From the bitterness of 'if'

To the mending and the healing

From the sorrow and the grief

Can 'Yes', be such a hardship

In a life already hard

Why not sink into resting

Why not the better road

If the story still needs telling

Why not a change of mood

In the 'Yes' there is a promise

The gift of what may be

The longing of belonging 

The divine that calls us 'Come'

In the fellowship of knowing

In the 'Yes' of being home

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