Bending: A Song for Midwinter

As the willow tree,
O Christ, my heart
to Thee, bending.

As the supple vine,
Most High, my will
to Thine, bending.

As the crescent moon,
my song
to Heaven's Tune, bending.

As Midwinter's night,
prayer shifts dark
to Light, bending.

As the break of day,
my mind
to Wisdom's Way, bending.

As the rainbow's hue,
my soul, dear God
to You, bending.

Beloved, Blessed Be,
One Eternally,
bending.

~Cheryl Anne Maris
composed at the Winter Solstice 2004