FOURTH NIGHT OF CHANUKAH, SOLSTICE,
DARK OF THE MOON
Mayer Shevin
It seems so long ago
we started, tentatively, with one small candle --
(maybe nobody will notice...)
as the night grew longer
and the ground turned to stone about our roots,
as the moon abandoned us;
yet still we said our thanks
for all that sustained us until that day.
Each night another candle,
a bit more practice at boldness,
a murmur of joy in the darkness
Tonight, we feel the shift of weight in our hips
as we cross the tipping point
and we warm our frozen roots
with the blaze of our candles
and our song,
Our strange song of joy
that knows dark and cold
and knows how to sing the sun and moon back.
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