Solstice Ladder
Down I go the solstice ladder to the crib where phantoms dwell, wearing the cloth of my familiar they cut and tear, so heartless in
December 29, 2024
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Down I go the solstice ladder to the crib where phantoms dwell, wearing the cloth of my familiar they cut and tear, so heartless in
Christmas 2024 Voices joined in the dark, singing out the word of life, open and receive the birth of light, gift forever to the living.
Along the cracked sidewalks and traffic choked streets, beneath the winter barren of leafless trees, I gather the litter of holiness, tossed aside and left
Quiet as fallen leaves, I search the dawn for signs of belonging, signals of faith. Crows fill the rooftops, rain on wet streets, the droop
With darkness past its peak, sunlight charms the rain-soaked valley after weeks of clouded skies. Beneath the paved streets of departed forests, there is the
The night is clouded, close with rain, evergreens sway in shadow; darkness comforts. I let the earth approach, tree and tide, the sound of wind,