Wednesday, December 15, 2021
season's merry greeting
Hail the merry
Season!
A boost for love &
joy
time to shout out loud,
ablaze
A very merry
holiday
to each and all I
say!
Soaring day, far into greater
space,
where kindly
constellations
tell stories of joy,
sparkling grace.
Miraculous day to carry like
inspiring song,
melodies layered through
ages.
Welcoming evening lights,
cozy homes, familiar
rites,
recall of feasts, merry
meets, gift of returning friends
evoke deep breath of peace,
belonging, generous amends.
Raise high the revelry.
Ascend into muse-ways, space
for effulgent play,
as if myths foretell our
lives.
Goddess of Night
from celestial
firepit
feeds dreamers
the potency of
stars'
cosmic light.
Far, in green glade
mists
where sacred hymns are
born,
primordial chthonic gods
commingle,
frolic with merry sprites
conjured.
Winter nights can exude that
vibrant beauty,
so poignant, wild and
overwhelming.
Cold breath waking primal
life.
Gazing into the stars to
welcome
the clear, icy surrounding of
spirit.
Winter blessed to inspire us
beyond
mundane measure.
The essence of who we are
--
living world dependent
on
a star for light and warmth,
for energy.
Ceremonies carry myth to
shape awareness.
Beauty's sacred
well
expands metaphoric cells
with
water of bliss and
contemplation.
Sacred vessels aching to be
filled,
dip in with grace, good will,
drink deeply,
copious draughts of
ecstasy.
This is not belief or even
knowing.
This is breath of awe in
motion.
Rare and wonderful, the
essence of beauty,
it is in our vital core to
listen.
The more we listen, awe,
compassionate wisdom takes hold,
we become attuned. We become
the voice of welcome,
of familiar kind regard.
Cherished, merry
soul
dancing the golden mountain
trail,
reveling in freezing rain and
snow,
tasting the bite without
bitterness...
If only we could reach
into
legendary
epiphany,
reach out in simple
empathy.
If only we could simply
be
merry,
lost in beauty and
laughter,
like joyful fire sprites
dancing warmth
into this Winter’s
night.
Coalescence of blessings
--
Smell virgin snow, spice and
roast,
pine laced fire.
Meet make-believe elves to
tell
secret desires.
Delegation of peace, these
moments
gifted with
meaning,
lighthearted
believing,
merry ritual.
The innocent joy of
uncomplicated affection,
of passionate beatific dance
to a sacred drum.
The horizon shifts through
daily duties and nightly prayers.
We take what we can. We give
dear wishes for a future
where convivial peace abides
Merry welcome, all you
beings
in my life.
