Winter Solstice

Thursday December 21, 2006

Refined silk sky,
alabaster window shielding eternity,
shades of pink and gray with hint of amber here and there,
clouds painted with broad brush strokes
blending with the distant sky
barely distinguishable one from another,
a veritable talisman.

Quiet air.

Tired sun makes its brief appearance at the eastern edge
only to hasten its descent toward the ‘south gate’
scarcely touching the western edge before sinking into the distant meadow.
Silhouetted trees create long shadows traversing the earth
Barren branches and naked stalks bravely face north
braced for the long cold night.

Silent night.

Winter solstice
preparing for a holy night,
The Holy Night.

Nature demands our attention
to a place in time and space
where earth and heaven met for one brief moment
God and humanity conjoined in eternal embrace
Timeless encounter;
endless mercy;
God with skin;
evil confounded by compassion,
darkness no longer in control.
Eternal light
bright promise of eternal life.

Fallow time remains,.
not to be wasted.
Pay attention to the stars;
remain silent
stay alert for the prophet’s call
angelic voices
and shepherds’ songs.

Every year the same words
But never the same message.
Endings and new beginnings
Again as if for the first time.

Put to rest the pain and sorrow of other times
and other places
as if they never existed;
hold instead
to cherished memories of good times,
life-giving moments of gladness
when the songs of our hearts
replaced the bitter taste of harsh words.
No theology can match the sacred myth of the poet’s verse
Nor expose the incomprehensible mystery of the divine absence
that makes present the eternal longing for ultimate resolution
supernatural no longer super
but a continuum of the natural flowing into the vast universe
where humanity lives comfortably with its divine origin:
original blessing.
Differences dissolved,
virtue expanding on the beauty of the Godself
faith, hope and love fulfilled.

No tainted skies or painted thoughts;
No broken branches or shattered dreams
Nothing between us and God
And all those we have loved so dearly in life and in death.

The Christ Event has made the vision possible.
A brief respite in time
with lasting impressions for believers
and still hidden messages for people of good will everywhere.

God’s breath is in the air
and in the Season.

Come Lord Jesus, come!


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