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Each day

Slightly shorter,

Slightly dimmer,

Sliding toward the lip

That will be

The turning point

Back into the sun.

All fires out,

All light extinguished,

All eyes closed,

Waiting for the magic

To begin

While seed is planted

For a new year.

A blind time

When life gropes

In darkness

And burrows through

Earthworm tunnels

To nurseries

Where covers are pulled back

So fragrant seeds

Can rest in loaming beds.

Silent,

Still,

Dark,

Frozen,

The womb waits

While the star stirs,

Roils,

Rumbles,

Roars,

High howling flames,

An inferno

Blazing with light.

His heart detonates,

Shoots forth

An arcing arrow,

A space-spearing spark,

Light time

Light speed

Now.

One photon

Tips the scale

At the edge

Of the event horizon

Spilling,

Splashing,

Splintering

Cascades of star light.

Trailing in its wake

Dawn’s rosy finger

Lifts Nut’s heavy skirts,

Opens the Gate

And invites the light

To ignite

The Sacred Hearth

The Sacred Heart

The Holy Place

That waits

While the Son’s sun

Is reborn

Again

And again

And again

In time

In tune

With the cosmic clock.

Tick,

Tock.

2011 Winter Solstice, Thursday, December 22, 5:30 UTC

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