Winter Solstice
On the darkest day we pray your light come near
and show us once again the grace to be
awake with opened eyes, beholding here
your face, the touch of your divinity.
While some may think a holy life must strive
to follow brittle standards, threadbare laws,
the earth now tilts within creation’s life:
Your voice is only heard when we dare pause.
We look upon our hands now marked with scars
and memories of pain, and yet despair
can take no root, while light from stars
still guides all yearning hearts and fills the air.
And now we see the weaving golden threads,
the essence of our life infused by you.
Stuart
12/21/23
Thoughts on a Contemplative Reformation 
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