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
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A song for both (his white witch and your "hush")...
ReplyDeleteThis 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
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.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful perspective and lovely nod to WB :)
ReplyDeleteI knew you'd catch it:)
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