Joyce Rupp: Winter’s Cloak

 For the Winter Solstice. 🙏 Molly

 Winter's Cloak

 This year I do not want 
the dark to leave me. 
I need its wrap 
of silent stillness, 
its cloak 
of long lasting embrace. 
Too much light 
has pulled me away 
from the chamber 
of gestation. 

Let the dawns 
come late, 
let the sunsets 
arrive early, 
let the evenings 
extend themselves 
while I lean into 
the abyss of my being. 

Let me lie in the cave 
of my soul, 
for too much light 
blinds me, 
steals the source 
of revelation. 

Let me seek solace 
in the empty places 
of winter’s passage, 
those vast dark nights 
that never fail to shelter me.

— Joyce Rupp