This month I have opted to share a poem rather than my usual blog. Whether you deem yourself a spiritual being or not, this time of year seems to elicit kindness, goodwill, patience and joy. Peace is a precious commodity, and in painfully short quantity, yet the babe who came into the world two thousand years ago reminds us not only each year, but everyday, that it is the only way to achieve heaven on earth. This New Year, let us intentionally work towards it. Let us make 2016 a year of acceptance and love. Let us attempt boldly to move away from our default reactions and move towards active listening in the hope of understanding each other to the fullest. We are all starlight. We are all love. We are all one. Dreams become thoughts; thoughts become action. If we can’t believe in miracles at this time of year, when can we?
I wish you and your kin a blessed and wondrous Christmas. May your New Year bring contentment, prosperity, good health, a discovery, or re-discovery of your gifts and how they can be of service to others, and love. And now. . . take a moment . . . sit back and enjoy the stillness of a “Winter’s Lullaby.”
Winter’s Lullaby
Celestial spheres in heaven’s vault
Upon a burgeoning expanse
Do wink and glimmer
In gleaming hues ‘cross beryl skies
Surveying earth below
Sentinels from ancient times
Blink and twinkle in their beds
Observers of uncounted winters hushed
Dreamed of snow by incandescent moonlight kissed
Long before the world began.
Bare branches crackle in the wind
Slumbering yet cognizant in sleep
Birch amidst maple, evergreen and oak
Willows bend with moaning sighs
Yet must abide
Myrtle, sage and rye do weep
But greenest holly brings good cheer
And reddest berries blood the snow
On high a star which glistens bright
Awaits the hope who’ll come this night
Venerable pine be dismal not
Beauteous flakes shall dance for thee
And lay your children to their rest
Adorned with crowns of snowy white
Upon the hushed translucent ground
Gelid chants ‘cross woodlands whisk
Murmuring with icy breath
Peace ~
Be still . . .
All is well within this night
And o’er the hawkish steel blue lake
Where slates of silvery frosting lay
Cross snowy banks of virgin white
Reflected silken strands of light
Will luminesce
And oh what joy this canvas brings
This palette sparkling silver white
That’s painted every branch and bough
And swaddled tight with apron white
Winter’s cradle in the night
All is hushed save sandman’s jaunt
Whose dreams like fairy dust are cast
Across the chilled reticent night
Through quiescent tacit woodlands far
Over marsh and bog
Fox and rabbit, deer and mouse
All creatures veiled within the night
Beneath cerulean moonlit skies
By winter’s lullaby retire
Vexed not by sweeping algid winds
All earth in dormancy takes rest
Below the frost and snow and ice
As echoed sighs of somnolence
Abruptly cease on winter’s wing
When newborn babe’s first cry is heard
From far above the keepers smile
In splendorous heavens crisp and clear
As angels and mankind ally
To sing a carol yet unsung . . .
A brand new winter’s lullaby
kIm
Christmas 2015