Friday, 2 January 2015

You Cannot Hold a Candle to the Year


With day-length light growing to a year-miracle, almost without our noticing
Peace appears, standing in the middle of a sun-ray world smile moment
Turns frost hardened earth bed round to swing the shift, the ancient morning
Of skin-prickled threshold crossing, cup drunk up, bird voice brightened
To bell & rattle - voices singing, shouting round the tree-bright blessing.
Mysterious snow falls from a cloudless sky, radiant with day-star winter
Our turn swung round, the twelfth day of misrule breathing down our necks
But there is no in-between! No transition! No place is liminal now!
The waiting room was the audience chamber all along, you know! This is it, no ending,
No beginning. So where are you going? What are you doing right now, amidst this
Rush of ever changing lights? What are you up to in your steaming heart-kitchen?
Peace appears, standing in the middle of a sun-ray world smile moment
Some old friend is arriving. Long lost face-voice sighing. The door is open.
You cannot hold a candle to the year, but still will better be for the lighting of it.


Repost of an old poem; happy new year!


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