* * *
...still a little nighttime left,
this Path we walk
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
is fearfully and wonderfully woven,
wherein I breathe,
in and out,
breath that looks like Spirit...
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."