On the Equinox we trade
one hemisphere for another,
north and south, spring and fall.
In this moment all is both light and dark,
hope and despair, good and evil.
This world, and all of life,
is an equinox,
grace lurking in every shadow,
blessing in every fall,
healing in every wound.
Judgment is confounded.
The cross prefigures every resurrection.
Day or night, fear not.
Go ahead, into the light or the dark.
The Beloved is there,
ready for you.
as the mass of the present moment,
pushed by the entire universe,
Expect rapidly changing conditions
with the steady rain and/or sunshine of grace