the cradle the darkness provides
We hurry through,
flitting and fluttering
restless
like a toddler
fearing she will miss
the twinkling delight
in her slumber.
Some magic only
sparkles
in the dark.
The fevers of
celebration and obligation
carry many over
this sacred threshold
without skipping a beat.
Rash time travel
from day to day,
Erasing the
holy night.
Yet, we wonder
why our bones
feel hollow
and our hearts,
heavy.
Rest comes for us
when we crash
rather than
sweetly seek.
We've lost
the sacred dance
of choosing
rest
with willfull hearts.
The flashes
of modern life
strive
to keep us transfixed,
and afraid of the dark.
Pulling us from the
midnight womb
in the fellowship
of life,
without our
conscious consent.
Instilling in us
lingering fears
of unknowns,
wisdom,
and death.
And in this haze,
we lose ourselves.
For we cannot be
perpetually illuminated,
without artificial aids.
This
is an invitation
to heed the wisdom
of the darkest day of the year.
Seek refuge,
not in 'sale' signs
and blinding,
buzzing lights.
Rather,
come HOME
to the place
that unites the spirit
with the universe.
Nurture
the speck of light
deep in your heart.
Tend to the fire
swelling in your belly.
Be grateful,
not only for the hope l
ight brings
but for the cradle
the darkness provides.
Once,
we could see without eyes.
Because we were led
by a love so vast,
we took the risk
to be realized.
Remember your roots
especially when the sun
is on retreat.
Restore your connection,
deep in the soil
where galaxies are vast
and the wonder
that created you
began with a
sprinkling of stardust.
For now,
rest,
reclaim,
restore,
regenerate.
And seek more
of the magic,
that only
sparkles
in the dark.