Solstice.

Solstice.

 

The sun stands still today.

Fields of brown, and something barren

Everywhere you look.

As above, so below.

 

Cloaked in darkness now,

Can you enter in?

 

This is a holy day.

For weeks, and months we have been preparing

Our hearts.

 

From the way death has taken over

our land.

 

34 years, I have visited this day.

Yet this is the first one I understand.

A holy day,

The final surrender.

 

Tomorrow, the light will begin to grow again.

 

– Whitney Logan, 12.21.17

 

 

 

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