There is a point
where the sun sits so
when the light
diminishes
before it goes
to a place
of new beginnings
and expanding illumination
as it moves in rhythm slow.
I sit with it
in darkness
still
where the sound
of the cold
tickles my ears
with a whisper
a murmur
of all that lingers here.
I sit with hope
and imagination
while I look
to the horizon
in anticipation
for the darkness to lift
and my spirit to rise
as I await the light coming
and a new day to arrive.
December 22, 2025
Holy Encounter 