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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 their defeat.


Love draws me
into this Sanctified Season,
replete with Hope’s Magic,
purified in cold night air,
to hold tight and kiss
those who dare believe,
boldly and defiantly joyous;
dancing right under
Doubt’s massive upturned nose.


Oh let me be blessed
to be among those
perpetually chosen Children
of Wonder, who dance
and sing and kneel
before an ever-returning
Infant King of Glory!
The Heart of
each heart’s Sacred Story;


Spirit’s Stalwart Strength
in Frail, Fleshly Form~
He Is,
We Are
Every Winter Reborn.



Cheryl Anne Bratman: As a very young girl, I discovered the magic of turning my observations and swirling thoughts and feelings into poems and songs. The love of language; spoken, sung, and written, and also the silent language of presence, has remained through all life's twists and turns. I am a lover and celebrant of the elements and seasons of the Heart and Soul, of Earth and Spirit; finding All Life to be sacred. I deeply enjoy the privilege of sharing my life with three beloved children and a few more than three beloved friends. Presently I work in the field of in-home elder care and companioning. My greatest joy is found in being with those I so dearly love, and in the embrace and beauty of Nature. 


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