Northern Hemisphere
Stars, come close.
Night, come tuck the blanket
of your darkness under our chin.
Winter, come and settle with us
for a night and tell us your story.
Blessed dark,
we entrust ourselves to you,
night of mystery,
womb of grace.
We are not afraid of the dark.
In the night, warmth.
In the dark, stars.
The beginning of winter,
the moment the Earth turns toward the sun.
As the Emperor climbs his throne,
the holy child descends.
Even the thickest shadows
can’t stop the light now.
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Southern Hemisphere
The Beloved has gathered
the warmth of all love and tenderness,
as fiery as sunshine,
and shoulders the mystery
(yes, the yoke is light)
and prepares to carry the light
into the darkness.
Even as the night begins to deepen,
the child comes to us, shining.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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