In the North we pray~

Entering winter’s silent grave
we turn toward the sun.

On the longest night
the light calls to us.

Even as winter descends,
light swells.

Suffering and evil abound,
but hope hems them in.

Longest night, deepest unseeing,
there is grace in you.

Something dawning in you

comes to us.

Deep, dark


             In the South we pray~

Heaven and earth turn
each other’s corner.

Light, undifferentiated,
give us defining shadows!

Energy, pure beam,
become matter, opaque.

Word of light, come,
be made dark flesh.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

December 21, 2020

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