Midwinter
In the darkness
The light is born anew.
In the silence
The call is heard aloud.
Let new life waken
Let dry husks crumble.
The end and the beginning are one.
Deepest night nourishes the seed of life
Waiting in the womb.
Patience breathes the rhythm that brings life.
Time stands still at the beginning
Poised, waiting for the moment's first sigh.
We stand on the threshold of now
The past behind, the future before.
We are awake, yet dreaming
Hovering in the moment's birth.
Let us be still and know
The treasure lies within our grasp
As long as we do not grasp it,
Ours, as long as we do not claim it.
As we are present in the precious moment
So we become the peace we seek.
Between sleeping and waking
We call out our dream
And the seed grows to become all that we are.
Blessed Be.
© Tasha Halpert
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