Newgrange
Only for a short while
do the soft sunbeams
penetrate the heart of mystery;
Shafts of silver luminescence
flood the cool timeless rock
of ancient worlds.
Midwinter morn here at last,
pale sunlight birthing itself
into joyful radiance;
poised exquisitely this beloved day
to wash the walls of my soul
with streams of golden foam.
After a year of solemn darkness
the deep carvings of the old ones
burst into the Now;
at last illuminated
by the sweeping generosity
of your love ~
The inner chambers of my heart
overflowing
with gratitude
and silent celebration.
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