The Winter Solstice: Bridgit's Poem

 

BRIDGIT

 "God's abstention is only from human dialects;

 the holy voice utters its woe and glory in myriad musics,

 in signs and portents. 

 Our own words are for us to speak,

 a way to ask and to answer." 

.....Denise Levertov

There are some gifts that come to us

just once or twice in a lifetime,

gifts that cannot be named

beyond the simple act of gratitude.

 

We are given a vision so bountiful

we can only gaze with eyes wide,

like a child in summer's first garden.

 

We reach our clumsy hands

toward that communion

that single perfection

and walk away speechless, blessed.

 

And breathe, in years to come

breathe, breathe our hearts open

aching to tell it well

to sing it into every other heart

to dance it down, into the hungry soil

to hold it before us

 

that light,

  that grace given

  voiceless light

 

Lauren Raine (1999)