* * *
...still a little nighttime left,
this Path we walk
to Morning,
where New awaits
- a princess poised for the Kiss
that will waken her from sorrowful dreams... -
...I pull my wrap tight around me
huddled up in the cold and deep
of winter's womb
wherein Life
is fearfully and wonderfully woven,
wherein I breathe,
in and out,
breath that looks like Spirit...
and wait....
Light will be born
out of darkness
where Life begins...
thus it has ever been,
but our disillusionment at the fact never fails -
Dark places are not always wombs
but wombs are always dark places
where all that is good and necessary
is nurtured and knit together
...so I will whisper thanks
into the gloaming,
yield to eventide,
and pause for a moment
to look up,
to see the celestial reflection
of soon-coming sunlight,
and to let the little dipper
ladle me out
a few stars...
* * *
"He has made everything beautiful in its time...
no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end."
-Ecclesiastes 3:11
