DAILY
On this Solstice night,
Declaring winter,
The year’s closing sigh relents
By-gone months of
Broken selves strewn
Untidily in cobwebbed corners,
Dreams shrugged
From shoulders bowed in
Disappointment and desiccated hope.
Effort and agony-the excellent products.
On this longest, darkest night
Let us sit silent in review
Lest we miss angelic, “Hurrah”
For failure and forgiveness
For losing all-Yet
Rising one by one again
To be the light
This darkness calls.
After reading your beautiful poem, I sat quietly and reflected, on this winter solstice eve, of my past year with it’s times of happiness and sadness and realized, with a smile, that my times of happiness far out-weighed my times of sadness, and only I, was in control of each of them. I believe both happiness and sadness to be Blessings; one of gratitude and one of learning. It is in the quiet times that I learn the most about myself. I also realized I have much to learn.
There you go again with that wonderful Buddha-brain of yours…teaching us all how to do it better. Thank you for that, and all else! Thank you for the reminder of how powerful the quiet-times are. Already going too fast, sans space. Now, in honor of you, I’m sitting for 10.