Winter Solstice Prayer

<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCAaLUJTMic/X99g_JzH0YI/AAAAAAAAZ0s/YrMlSYR50bc9WoSydKx39SaWNKTBf36jQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/icy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCAaLUJTMic/X99g_JzH0YI/AAAAAAAAZ0s/YrMlSYR50bc9WoSydKx39SaWNKTBf36jQCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/icy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /></p><p>A year of death. Inconsolable sorrow. I descend into the darkness of these last small days. Darker and darker. Pulled by the steady rhythm of a drumbeat I cannot hear. Shuffling the inevitable steps downward without question. This journey I take into the abyss. </p><p>The fragrance of moss, ferns, decay. Scattered pinpoints of light flash. Then nothing.</p><p><span>Take it all. My ego. Its chatter, its harsh judgments, the pain. Burn it all.</span></p><p> Let me rest here in nothingness.</p><p><span><span><span> And rise again anew. When the sun can again find me and make me strong.</span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p><span><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3julBP6eT80/X99h1nuMpyI/AAAAAAAAZ00/f63TNyUHbYU8OPB0aPrb1mgCJ_ZodBUDgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/dawn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3julBP6eT80/X99h1nuMpyI/AAAAAAAAZ00/f63TNyUHbYU8OPB0aPrb1mgCJ_ZodBUDgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/dawn.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p>Stronger than ever.<br /><span><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /> <p></p>

Viva

Winter Solstice Prayer

A year of death. Inconsolable sorrow. I descend into the darkness of these last small days. Darker and darker. Pulled by the steady rhythm o...