As light grows close to lowest point,
Cold darkness shrouds the past in silence.
Silence is where the past thrives best.
Set your eyes to focus deeper in the night—
Stay warm, be wiser as you wait.
It is futile to resist the tilting of Earth.
In due time it will tilt the other way,
Always spinning as planet orbits larger Light.
Snow falling from the sky at night
Spreads, intensifies light in marvelous ways—
Yet under night’s veil there comes humility.
Never measure Love by Time alone,
Nor by amount of light that shines upon the ground.
Winter solstice is perfect pause for reflecting sorrow
As end of year fades into emptiness.
Do you feel subtle sting as days grow short?
Light lingers for awhile before loneliness of dark—
Longer days are but memory.
Love this pause in time for all the memories it brings.
Here in the quietness of Absence, joy is found—
Still alive after all these years.
Christmas Day is my father’s 100th birthday—
Gone these twenty-two years, yet in a flash
He stands here, young again, alive within the light.
Time is all we really have— here and now,
Breathing around the edge of consciousness,
Aware of all we have lost, for a time.
But they have not lost us. They rest within the dark.
Perhaps you will see traces of them—
Voices or faces that are not constrained by limits.
Tonight full moon awakens old worlds, old words,
Old images I haven’t seen in years—
Ah, the bittersweet memories as Earth slants.
Soon the world will turn again as always,
Brings closer that time when both quick and dead
Will join and rise— New Life. Amen to that!