Winter Solstice Poem
Ian Thorpe

The sun's year - journey over
It falls towards its nadir,
In silent darkness a mother waits
For the birth of another year.
A new cycle beginning,
The old gods foreknow.
Deep - cold in earth seeds sleep
But feel the energy flow

While Tabernacle voices join
To proselytise hypocrisy,
Sing of betrayed salvations,
Hopes reborn in deceit,

For all the pious sermons
Only preserve the status - quo
And mysteries mask the meaning
Of myths nailed to a cross

The children are still hungry
The despairing still alone
Peacemakers work with guns and bombs
While the meek inherit pain

Days grow longer, warmer,
In the path of the eightfold - year
Timeless rhythms weave the colours
That joyful summer will wear.

From Beltane to Samhain
Seasons whirl in their dance
Timeless rhythms of the cosmos
Hypnotize and enchant.

And the old Gods raise their voices
As the cycle nears its end
Unless we acknowledge mistakes
It may not be born again.

So at this winter solstice,
Join hands and hearts in love,
Let temples remain dark, empty
and cold, look within for truth.

posted by Joanna @ 12/21/2004 01:42:00 PM