In the Darkness Deep

I have been preparing for the winter solstice. It has been especially meaningful to me this year as so many things are ending and beginning. I have also been pondering much on the winter solstice in 2012.

It is sure to be a very fated year, given all that has been predicted by numerous prophets on every continent over a span of many many centuries. I look forward to the opportunity of changes to come, and am contemplating my “seeds” very carefully as I journey forward.

The importance and value of darkness is immeasurable. It is darkness the seed comes to life. It is in darkness that life springs up in the womb. It was in darkness that the universe was formed; and that, I believe, says something about the rich potential in all that is there.

In the Darkness Deep

My lips will not speak faith,

my heart will not spare hope,

and I can not bare so long to wait,

to chance that love would cope.

My eyes will hasten no light,

my soul will not stir song,

so I loose the breath that fights,

and brace for what belongs.

My hands no warmth will hold,

my body no desire will meet,

Thus I resign to empty cold,

and into the darkness deep.

Thus let the cold pour in,

thus let the light depart,

thus let all darkness begin

and it’s womb take start.

Great day of darkness I wait,

great day of cosmic mirth.

Like destiny upon her gate,

I now wait to give it birth.

For it is there all is born,

yes in the darkness deep;

a hundred fates to adorn,

and a million dreams to keep.

Thus let the cold pour in,

thus let the light depart,

thus let all darkness begin

and it’s womb take start.

© Brenda D. Baker

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