Decree Nisi

Pivot of the turning year,
gathering energy, like the prayer
of one whose feeling focus
is numbed within hir solar plexus,

a sudden steel-spun cry of pain
stinging the mind like driven rain,
forged in elemental rage
against the failing powers of age,

Let come what may! Withstand the tare
of the grinding axle as it bears
a weight beyond the world of reason
in this darkest of all seasons,

knowing that energy will come
again, and what seems pain will fund
renewal of the withered earth
bent double in the pangs of birth.

So my life, on love’s worst day
demand your blessing of the powers
who teach all nature how to pray
in its darkest silent hours.


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