a time to be born

* * *

...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