Gratitude is the sign of noble souls ~ Aesop


Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving ~ Kahlil Gabran


Joy delights in joy ~ William Shakespeare


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Hush



How strange that Clive
chose the White Witch
as his villain
I could never see anything
but goodness and blessing
in the earth as it is reflected
through a multitude of crystals
Winter would surely be the heroine
in my book
as her cold fingers gently prod us
to gather together
shoulder to shoulder
huddled in our humanity
around fires and traditions
as much for warmth
as for connection
and so she ushers in a time for Spirit
both holiday and brewed
as well as the kind that you find
when you are stripped bare
to the core
she makes us remember
only what is necessary
sturdy bark, deep roots
Watch as she causes peace
to drop soft and slow
from the heavens
reminding the whirling world
to be still
as she tucks us under
a blanket of pure silence
it is the Sabbath of the year
time to rest
Winter whispers
and the creek slows
saving its strength
for the rush of spring
but that is a long way off
no need for hurry now
she knows this is a time of gestation
things growing in the darkness
hidden but present
just beneath the surface
Winter is the queen of what is unseen
as she makes time for Creation
to do its work in secret
Winter is no gossip
she knows the virtue
of a sweetly sustained
Hush
listen and you can be
a keeper of the secret too

4 comments:

  1. A song for both (his white witch and your "hush")...

    This Big Hush
    Is there a fire in the sky?
    Is there a moon up there?
    Is anything alive now?
    This darkness is what I hear

    This is a breathless silence
    A moment out of time
    I see your face in the shadows
    The tell-tale signs are in your eyes

    More than I can hold in my hand
    Running through the gaps like water
    Aching with a passion inside
    Deep as the river

    All desire
    The ashes and the fire
    Turning this night inside
    And the light from you

    Is there a flame in the dark
    Is there a bright heart star
    There creatures look the same now
    We freeze wherever we are

    We wake alone in the blackness
    We sleep wherever we fall
    One dream all around us
    This big hush infects us all

    Holding up an animal fear
    Soaking up the waves underwater
    Tuned to music no one can hear
    Forever in this half-light

    All desire
    The ashes and the fire
    Turning this night inside
    And the light from you

    All desire
    The ashes and the fire
    Turning this night inside
    And the light from you

    More than I can hold in my hand
    Running through the gaps like water
    Aching with a passion inside
    Deep as the river

    All desire
    The ashes and the fire
    Turning this night inside
    And the light from you

    All desire
    The ashes and the fire
    Turning this night inside
    Turning this night inside
    Turning this night inside
    And the light from you

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  2. Ohh - just got chills, and its not because its cold :) Love this, Kara! And I agree completely. The beauty of winter is quiet and calm, stripping down the layer of foliage and color to the strong core beneath.

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  3. A beautiful perspective and lovely nod to WB :)

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