365/365 #8 - A Mother's Prayer Before Yule

[graycub]

Shine on,
lovely mother,
though the days
have grown dark
your grief
and mine
don't have to
have control.
The light
with burst forth
again and soon.
The longest
darkest
night will pass
and it isn't far.
Then the sun
whose warmth refreshes
the stirring growth
of your land
and of all spirits
will begin to grow,
infantile, but vital
in innocent weakness.
Let us be strong together
for the darkest hours
are drawing to a close
and not long after
the warmth of
a new spring will
heat us from our
glowing centers.