Winter and the Waxing Gibbous Winter Solstice Moon with Jupiter

Solstice gratefuls: The Fire. The dark. The Night Sky. Elohim.

Sparks of Joy and Awe: Jupiter dancing with the Winter Solstice Moon

The Pine in my fireplace burns up so fast throwing heat, casting light, consuming wood. Such a passionate element. While the three quarter Winter Solstice Moon lights up my Lodgepoles and my Aspen, my driveway with a quiet secretive light. Makes her partner in the Solstice gavotte look small, mighty Jupiter giant of planets moves with the slow grace of one so, so distant.

A Shadow Mountain night in late December throws off little sound. Except a star scraping by another galaxy that wants it to play. Or, a slight Mountain Wind moving the soft Needles of the Lodgepoles. A faint shushing sound. I stood in it, a temporary visitor. Glad to return to the heat of my living room. So soft at 76.

God Speaks To Each Of Us

God speaks to each of us before we are,
Before he’s formed us — then, in cloudy speech,
But only then, he speaks these words to each
And silently walks with us from the dark:

Driven by your senses, dare
To the edge of longing. Grow
Like a fire’s shadowcasting glare
Behind assembled things, so you can spread
Their shapes on me as clothes.
Don’t leave me bare.

Let it all happen to you: beauty and dread.
Simply go — no feeling is too much —
And only this way can we stay in touch.

Near here is the land
That they call Life.
You’ll know when you arrive
By how real it is.

Give me your hand.