the darkest time of the year is nearing.
how is there this much light?
candles appear in windows.
tail lights on cars line up in strings of red and white on our commute home.
moonlight on white sheets.
the pellet stove kicks up sparks of heat.
blankets of white powder cover each branch. each blade.
sunrise and sunset reach the clouds, grasping for intense beauty. (see this!)
and there's a rose with eyes glittering in curiosity, wonder and love on the pillow beside me.
my two daughters: born in december. born in darkness. bringers of light.
we think of the baby now.
the baby born in darkness, in a barn.
with animal's breath for warmth.
what of those children born in darkness, in candlelight.
how do their eyes adjust to our light?
must they squint and squeal~
remembering the darkness they knew and loved?
never fearing darkness, they know warmth will surround them.
never fearing the unknown,
they know the gifts that come out of darkness and into light.
after all, they did.
this is the time of the child.
we watch their excitement.
we watch them wish.
we watch them dance in snow fall and carol.
we bask in their light.
we all were once the child.
the child of light still lives inside of us.
...child of wonder, child of night....
"o star of wonder, star of night
star with royal beauty bright
westward leading, still proceeding,
guide us to thy perfect light."
stars pierce the night.
(star of wonder.)
