Midwinter Hush

Sun of the Seasons
Greater Light
Do not hurry
Do not rush to show
For I am happy here
In the dark midwinter hush
Enfolded in the comfort of
The Lady’s blue-black
Star-speckled cloak

Oh, to still the wheel
A wondrous while
At this calm and splendid spoke

Son of the Highest
Light of the World
Do not hurry
Do not rush to grow
For I am happy
With You in the manger
Far from all Your destined danger
Clutched now safely
To Your Mother’s Breast

Oh, to stay right here
A wondrous while
In this quiet, starry rest.

~Cheryl Anne
Eve of the Winter Solstice