The Autumn Equinox

It is the autumn equinox

A time when Light and Darkness come together

Hesitate for a moment

Perhaps even share a cup of tea and conversation

Before they once again chase each other across the sky

In this time of holy pause,

I look out onto the ripened fields

Crops which have been lovingly tended, watered, fed

Nurtured for a whole season

Now being plucked up and stored for winter

Darkness will soon cast her veil over this land

And all will enter the deep Rest.

Raising my hands toward the sky, I say a prayer for this bounty

I cradle in my hands like a baby just born, the fruits of the harvest

Washing gently away the remnants of their wombs

Root, leaf, stem, soil,

Mother/Father sacrificed

Tilled beneath the soil.

To give birth means there is always something

that must die, must fade away, must be cast back to the Source

As Light concedes to Darkness

I renew my trust in the turning of the wheel

When Light once again teases the seed forth, saying

“Come, let me caress you in the warmth of my arms!”

And life bursts from the deep crevices of Mother earth.

There is no vitality, no means

to create without first disintegration.

It is the very act of letting go

that ignites the passion of regeneration.

In this abundance of final harvest

I release all that no longer bears fruit.

It is now food for decay

the building blocks of life.

 

Blessed Be….