Winter
We slept awhile, in the Earths
winter,
A moulded shape, a form unseen
Not knowing, unknown, a sleeping
dearth,
No depth, nor height, or future
seen.
The sleepers turned, in endless
space,
A timeless orb, an unknowing now
Then love turned with infinite
grace.
A heavenly light and love wept
In earth we turned, until bathed
in light.
Then we remembered our parent
face.
But still we turned, from day to
night.
A timely rhythm, a fall from Grace
The Sun, with myriad shafts of
light
Pierced the Earth with living
sword
A thousand intelligences, clothed
and bright,
Sprang forth as the embodied word
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