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,
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.