An Advent Blessing
The winter is strong and dark
you are in the depths of its silence
holding your breath in case you break
what needs to be held with reverence.
The winter is long and cold
you are in the grip of its frosts,
its mists and sluicing rains,
let old thoughts fall from you like
the final leaves of autumn.
The winter is stripping and dying,
you have no immunity from this season
it is a great teacher
try not to shy away from the lessons
that ache like chilblains.
The winter is grafting and preparing,
you are part of that story
willing to be stripped back,
to be exposed and vulnerable,
to experience the new seeds dehusking.
The winter will loosen and give way
you may walk into spring
and know the joy of the newly born,
fresh and excited by possibility.
May you not leave this season
until you are ready to allow
the truth that you have found
to blossom under green trees
and flow from you like a
breath from the green chapels
and the light
from the tree’s regal cathedrals.