In blackest night….

Winter’s bite….

In blackest night

grows the seed of Life

Blue frost in our pleading veins

we sink deep…

Beneath snows, and wish for light to come again;

but needful is this rest, this still;

like death to life is needful

the black earth womb to the seed of light.

Winter’s bite;

Reality, sometimes grim

Is soul medicine in bitter pill

And needful still.

For the growth of the seed so strong in life

From blackest despairing night.

 

 

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In blackest night….

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