Return of the Sun

A Winter Solstice Prayer for the sick Let me streak the sky gold with my fingers thenBreathe in its frosted kiss to quench my lungs.Let the brightening Sun soak through my skinAnd Light be all throughout reflected, returning the forces that nourish my frame.Yet, let the cool of the Earth fuse with my bonesAnd theContinue reading “Return of the Sun”

The Hope of Winter

“I have conversed with the Spiritual Sun, I saw him on Primrose Hill” William Blake It was one of those days today where the clouds are low and almost impenetrable, both at times gloomy and glum. The trees looked more like stone statues than living beings, placed on top of a ground that was hardContinue reading “The Hope of Winter”