The Jewel of Love

The deep dark
hauls us inside the still point,
the transition from dark to light.
during the season of Winter Solstice,
and during the epoch
in which we choose to change.
Our times
do not enfold us in velvet rest.
Our dark has martyrs
and despots inside each heart,

yet everywhere is the Great Turning.
Fitting, and arduous,
to let the old ways die.
But how can we bear
the efflux of every poison?
In these dark times,
there are gifts to recognize.
There is treasure
to bring forward
into the rebirth of light.

This season, this epoch,
we give messy birth
to fresh Self-consciousness.
We surrender,
to our beautiful bodies,
our puny will.
Now we turn,
trusting,
into Her arms,
the jewel of Love.

©Susa Silvermarie 2015

May the return of the light
warm your heart,
illuminate your path,
and brighten your spirit.

(blessing by Annmarie McConnell)