Winter Solstice: A Poem

I return each winter when the moon is full

and the stars shine bright in the black sky.

 

I return to a quiet place that has been

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in the heart and soul of humanity – forever.

 

The heavens stand still for just a moment

in this quiet place I’m sure we all feel.

 

The ever-present cycle of birth, growth, blossoming,

the wisdom of autumn and death of each heartbeat,

breath, each cell, organ, limb, body, tree,

mountain, planet and galaxy dancing the dance

of transformation and renewal,

we are reminded of in this quiet place.

 

Strange how the ancient mind pictured this

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timeless cycle of living-dying.

 

Like the Egyptians and Greeks the pre-medieval

mind whispered stories to embody and carry forward

this reverence that we feel.

 

The cross traversing the perfect circle,

dividing the heavens into four seasons,

of that they made into a symbol of pain

which is what we see today.

 

And of that ever-new, transcendent spirit,

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that force that is born again and again

and again each moment, of that they cast

into an image of ‘a’ man,

which is what we see today.

 

The metaphysical gifts of love, affection,

of joy, awakening and compassion, of that

they made into toy trains, ipods, and silk ties.

 

But that transcendent spirit called Christ

pushing the blade of grass through the concrete

of our conditioning remains in this quiet place

that I’m sure we all feel.

 

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The mystic sees what lays hidden from the mind

enchanted by its symbols and its images,

that eternal sea of light turning and churning

behind the stories we tell on this winter’s eve.

 

May you stop as the heavens do each year

and stand in the mystery that casts this spell

as it has done forever and will forever.

 

May it touch you, nay pierce you like Zeus’s

lightning bolt – and in that stunned-timeless moment

see the miracle that you are

and will always be.

 

That is the meaning of our winter’s tale.

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