Holy Nights

In the darkness of the winter night, when the great breath of the Earth Mother finds its greatest point of inhalation, man is offered the grace to touch magic as well as wonder. In the pause between her powerful inhalation and exhalation, there is a point of rest. This still point has long been known as the Holy Nights.  Christmas Eve is the first of these Holy Nights, twelve in number.

In these blessed nights, the angels circle around the world as in a great cosmic dance. They long to speak to listening human hearts. Down through the ages, the "listeners" on earth have heard the choir of angels; they have received messages of Peace and Love. 

May we all be the "listening ones" during these Holy Nights.

Peace to you, my readers, Deep Peace.

The Light of the Year

Child of silver, child of white

sunrise pale and sunset amber

lace from the dew of a thousand dawns

woven by the meadow’s slumber.

In your hands a precious light

to step the pathway’s coming year

with all that time and light adorns.

For all that happens on the path

By you is blessed and meaningful

whether for me is bliss or wrath

and whether clear or not-so-clear.

One thing only I would ask:

release your treasure gradually

through sunsets’ gold and seasons’ turning

so the pathway I may see

in a perfect twelve-month burning.

Painting by Gaston la Touche