A Blessing for the Turning: A poem for the Equinox

A Blessing for the Turning: A poem for the Equinox

This morning I walked,
whispering prayers for awareness,
gathering the remaining flowers
on the cusp of the Equinox. 

This is what I began to hear:

Your roots now stretching deep below
in earth embraced by longer night,
as leaves release and now let go
and wisdom nurtures inner sight

of temples green now kissed with gold,
as planets tilt and we now stand,
listening, listening for truths so old
yet echoed in what is in my hand.

With thanks to the Spirit,
I place your blooms in a white bowl
and speak your names
as the new moon rises:

Rudbeckia, Hypericum, Bellis, 
Hydrangea, Gardenia,
and others whose names I have not yet learned–
but will.

We give thanks for the life we share,
here at the turning,
held by the One who gives life to all.

May we remember.

--Stuart Higginbotham

Thank you for taking the time to read this reflection. You can also find other writings on my substack, and those can be emailed to you if you subscribe (for free, of course). There are also great resources on the Grace Episcopal Church website, including our work with the Charis Circles and other offerings from The School for Prayer and Spiritual Practice. www.gracechurchgainesville.org.

Blessings to all,

Stuart