We pause in holy quiet of the nourishing dark.
In winter's embrace, the nights are long and dark.
We miss the sparkling daylight hours,
The long days of brightness and activity.
We yearn for their swift return, and wonder if we can wait,
Or if our patience will at last give out.
We forget the nourishing dark at our peril.
There is mystery in the dark to be probed.
There is the adventure of that which cannot be known,
Cannot be seen, can only be experienced in the soul.
There is deepness in the dark, impenetrable and inviting.
In the darkness we rest our bodies and our souls;
We escape that which distracts and confuses.
We come face to face with ourselves.
We come into the deep places of our being.
Darkness is not mere absence of light.
Darkness is not simply an interval between days.
Darkness is the softness of things,
The blessed quiet of the night.
May we not bemoan the dark, but relish it.
May we feel its powerful presence
and rejoice in its mystical embrace.
May we celebrate the deep and nourishing dark.
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