Bezalel's Ring
The rhythms of the dark and light of the year
teach us to watch for things in cycles.
The year turns, the day lengthens once more,
and we are saved.
The dark, too, has its time -- a time of
turning in, of things that birth only
out of sight, in velvet blackness, in
silent yearning.
The light, too, has its time, again.
Breathe. You, too, have arrived here, now.
A time of want. A time to be released.
A time of breaking through the
lethargy of time, of stumbling song,
and tripping into and out of
shadow. Blinking stupidly,
at the same old sun.
Hello, sun.
This, too, shall pass.
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Happy solstice, everyone.
