Holy Ground-Holy Sky

In the sacred hour,

Known to owls and the mis-begotten,

 Barred doors slant open

Materia Magicke seeps through.

Ageless wisdom thresholds

To take the hand Inward to the earth’s center.

Out by the birdbath and ancient Oak.

The royal sky spreads skeletal in

Ice-dark diamonds.

Glistening through shadows

Patterned on hoar frost.

Winter’s constellations;

Hydra, Cepheus, Cassiopeia,

Prick memory of time-travel

Far away homes

Once known in other births.

Tonight Akashic Records open

 Hoped for memory briefly glistens

As the Great Horned cries,

Time stops -Soon enough daybreak return.

To honor the sacred mysteries of the year’s shortest day, the Winter’s Solstice, along with a Full Moon Lunar Eclipse, stop! Breathe! Dream!  Moving forward into unknown, mystical territory, retain strong, stalwart bones of the past as you dance into the magic and the mystery of returning light.  May Grace, healing, joy, peace, solace, redemption, and love be yours.