Welcome Mother Light

Welcome Mother Light

Burn all the clocks,
set light to the solstice bonfire,
hang the season’s wreath
as we pause between
dark and the return of light.
Let the passing of time begin,
lay down the year
gently, like a new-born child.

Set your lantern high,
above the excess of Christmas,
curl up in a comfy chair
and let the full moon solstice
shine into your heart.
Sink down into nature’s lap,
warm yourself
by the midwinter flame.

Let us not hurry to spring,
gather winter’s cloak,
rest in the arms of the Mother
who carries the weight
of the world between her hips.
Hibernate and dream
beside the roaring fire
that is winter set upon us.

Listen to the silence,
wait for the inner door to open,
welcome Mother Light
as she offers her child
to the world.
May we all see Her light,
may all circles of celebration
radiate with love.

 

Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2018
Image Credit: Google Images

 

Dear Poets & Dreamers, The beautiful spell of the Winter Solstice is almost upon us! Let us light up these long nights with love, light and laughter. Winter may be the darkest time of the year, but it is in darkness that spirits shine brightest. Thank you so much for all your inspiration and encouragement throughout 2018! With all best wishes for a happy, healthy, and peaceful New Year. Warm & wild blessings, Deborah.

22 thoughts on “Welcome Mother Light

  1. What a beautiful Solstice poem Deborah. For me your words perfectly evoke the comforting feeling of warmth and safety of nestling by a roaring fire and contemplating all that has been in the year just passed, alongside the hopes for and promise the of the turning of the year towards the coming light of Spring and all that it may hold. And yes it is a full moon this Solstice too – how wonderful, a double celebration of light at the darkest time of the year – a real yin and yang Solstice!!

    I didn’t used to like the winter but I have grown to like it more as I get older for the opportunity it gives me to rest from all the business of life, step back and look at what I’ve done, work on my personal growth and contemplate new projects. A time to look at what seeds have been stored in my mind, which ones I have already sown that need much more care and attention as well as which ones to plant and nurture in the coming months. I even like putting layers and layers of clothes on to brave the cold – as long as there is a warm home and pot of stew to come back to at the end of the walk!

    Thank you for this Deborah and many Solstice blessings to you as well as wishing you a peaceful and creatively abundant 2019. xx

    1. Thank you so much Sophia for your beautiful and thoughtful response to my poem! I’m over the moon that you’ve enjoyed my Winter Solstice poem … I agree, it’s such a magical and mystical time of the year! In the garden all the non-evergreen trees are now bare, and yet if I take a closer look I can see that each branch is tightly budded with next year’s foliage already. Yes, the full moon solstice is going to be incredible, I can’t wait! We’re hoping to get a clear view from the beach as there’s nothing quite like a full moon rising over the ocean!

      I know what you mean about winter, I used to wish it away myself yet now I love it! Even the snow, (I live halfway down a hill!) again, it’s magical and enchanting especially on the mountain tops in the northern lands! Oh yes, resting, feet up, reading by the fireside with a good book in my hand is my idea of heaven … oh, make that with a large glass of Bailey too! Around the end of the year, I will re-read the poems I’ve written and reflect on them a little more. I love your ideas on “seeds” and how you cultivate the ones that need tending.

      Thank you once more for being such a wonderful companion on my journey through words! Wishing you a happy, healthy and creative New Year too! xx

      1. I had a read of your other comments and I see you’re hoping to write a poem for each month in 2019 – what a challenge! I really enjoyed the Tarot journey so I will look forward to reading your ‘journey through the months’ in the new year. xx

        1. Hmm, (thanks Anna!) well, it seems like I’m going to be giving it a go! Having never written a poem for a month before, it’ll be a new challenge next year for me. I can’t get this need to start a new journey (poetically) out of my head so I guess I need to follow my muse on this … coffee & poetry works so well, here goes …

          The muse walks back and forth
          not sure where to go next …
          He has an idea
          but it’s not convertible into words
          not yet …
          In the meantime
          all the poet can do is hold
          her lighted lamp of love
          high …
          And wait

          xx

  2. Thank you Deborah – this is immediately calming and cooling here where we are experiencing yet another heat wave. So, while the light is almost unbearably bright, your message of the Mother’s light and Her child is how is should be – and we’re reminded that it’s always darkest before the dawn. Warm and wild blessings to you Deborah, may your 2019 be wonderful not only to you and family but to all your readers too xx

    1. In the midst of winter here, it’s hard to imagine that on the other side of the world you’re experiencing a heatwave in South Africa! Oh how I miss the summer and the freedom to dress in shorts and t-shirts instead of multiple layers and thick jumpers. I can’t wait to see the full moon at Solstice! Thank you so much Susan for all your wonderful wishes, continuous friendship and spiritual inspiration. In soul, Deborah. xx

  3. Maya Angelou — ‘Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.’

    You describe the long, dark, cold nights of December well. This is a heartwarming and beautiful poem. I hope its light radiates on all of us. Thank you for sharing it with us Deborah.

    1. Maya Angelou was a legendary poet and needs no introduction here on my poetry blog. I am deeply moved that you have chosen her words to share today because they mean so much to me personally … for now more than ever we all need to call on our inner light, in these times of darkness and chaos … to rebalance and ignite our spiritual light “above and below”. The spark inside our heart is always there, ready to be struck with love and compassion at any given moment, to bring in Divine Light.

      Thank you so much mariquitta for your beautiful gift of words! They have helped me understand how for a moment I connected to that light while writing this poem. Become a light, a beacon for others … perhaps this is the true message of the Winter Solstice! Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

  4. This is a gorgeous poem. Thank you for sharing. You’ve inspired me to pick up my pen this evening. Yes, it’s that good! Wishing you a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

    1. Thank you so much Picasso for your generous and kind-hearted response to my poem! I’m so pleased that you’ve heard the muse calling and picked up your pen tonight. Let me know how it goes! Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

  5. Dear Poet, only yesterday I wondered if you were writing a new poem and here it is!! You’ve brought the winter solstice to life with your utterly beautiful pen!!! You’re such an inspiration to me! HF

    1. Thank you so much Henry for your kind reply and your constant encouragement! Bringing winter to life with a pen, ooh I love that! We poets and dreamers know each other so well don’t we! Good luck with your “Sea” themed poetry competition this month. I’m thinking of joining a new writing group in the New Year myself! Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

  6. Beautiful and heart-opening–as always. Thank you, Deborah. Winter began unusually early here with heavy November snow. In the changing climate, my area ended up with much more rain, cold, and low cloud cover than usual while so much of the US baked and burned. It’s soggy on my walks, but Hestia’s fire waits for me at home. My dog Willow and I curl up near the warmth and let it permeate our bones.

    Listening to the silence has so much power for me since I live in a mostly silent world. I have a small amount of barely correctable hearing in my R ear and zero hearing in my L ear now other than a constant roar and an occasional zing or whine–nothing having to do with comprehensible sound. When the tinnitus overwhelms me, I listen to it. Lie on my back on the floor and sing a droning harmony with the tinnitus roar instead of pushing it away. I learned on Friday that I have been accepted for a cochlear implant. It was a phone message and also a written message on “MyCharts” so a direct message from the woman who schedules surgery at the hospital. I will talk to her on Monday before believing this is true and will really happen, but it seems to be a go and potentially a wonderful gift. Perhaps a January gift. I know it won’t be easy. Nothing about deafness is easy. I’m emailing with many who have cochlear implants who love them and their ability to navigate the hearing world again. I have nothing to lose since the L ear is dead and that’s the one that will have the implant. So, I’ll be listening to the silence and to new sounds to train myself to make meaning of the odd auditory messages from the implant.

    This is where your poem sends me. To listening and to silence. Your poem feels like a blessing for my auditory journey. Thank you, dear friend, from across the ocean. Thank you for sharing your gifts in so many ways.

    1. Thank you so much Elaine for your beautiful and heart-opening words! What a joy and blessing you are to me on my journey! Your winter has come early indeed, I remember seeing photos on FB of the heavy snow you had a week or so back … I was a bit worried you were going to be snowed in! I love your mythical reference to the warmth and sanctuary of the Goddess Hestia’s fireplace within, above and below! Oh yes, I can imagine you and the gorgeous Willow curled up together beside your fire … now there’s a photo I’d love to see!

      I cannot imagine living with such silence, and yet silence I realise, plays its own strange music in other estranged places in my life. In places where I meet inner / outer blindness too. Perhaps all our senses are offset in ways we cannot understand. What a picture in words you create … lying there, meeting your tinnitus as though s/he were a friend to listen too. Great news on the implant front! Hopefully you’ll get confirmation tomorrow. What a wonderful pre-Christmas present! I shall look forward to hearing how it goes my dear friend! Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

  7. Deborah, this is a beautiful poem. The very embodiment of the winter solstice, and so terrifically penned too!! Thank you for gifting us the magic and mystery of your poetry this year. All the best, Anna.

    1. That’s lovely, thank you so much Anna! Next year I may write a poem for each month, I haven’t fully decided yet. Much like my Fool’s (Tarot) Journey poetry series, I sense there’s another poetical sequence fast approaching! Warm and wild blessings, Deborah.

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