Sunday, December 21, 2008

Winter Solstice

Take your sins tonight and rake them up into a heap. And your shame. And your fear. And set fire to the lot.
They will burn, and burn, and burn. And die.
They will die.
Ashes to ashes.

Today, we struck a match and set fire to that white wick of love.
The Advent.
The Waiting.
From here on in, dear heart, we grow into the light.

4 comments:

cecily said...

I know Advent means not quite Christmas, but I'll be away on the day and not sure about computer access. May you have a safe and happy Christmas with family and friends. All the best for 2009 - I'll be back fresh and renewed!

JB said...

definitely needed this beauty today. thanks.

Cherie said...

Yes, dear heart, we do.

deanna said...

Merry Christmas, Angela. Hearing from your heart is, as always, a gift.