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EVERY WINTER REBORN by Cheryl Anne Bratman

Every Winter Reborn

Love draws me
once again
into the Season
of Light beyond
all intellect and reason.

The Heart, moist-beating
to defy all that is stoic,
static, and dry; ecstatically
throbbing warm beneath
the new winter sky.

Love draws me
once again
to revel and roam
in Crystalline Wonder~
though no longer under
this spell all alone.

Nobility is centered,
seated surely upon
a throne of gilded humility.
Radiant Kindness shines
beyond all limitation of
distance and time,

Lighting the path
of Love thought lost
and thawing the pauper’s
frost-bitten dreams.

Ask the child
in the Soul’s Palace
just what Christmas means…
and she will, without even slight
hesitation, recite the Story of Love;

of a Star newborn
in blue-black midnight
and a young Mother
bringing a weeping world
to Her Tender Breast,

so that Every Child
may come and rest,
blanketed in an Eternity
weighted softly with Unbounded Grace.

Our Mother will
never leave us
to “cry it out”
without Comfort,
or to succumb to
the harms and horrors
which have not yet heard
the news of th…
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