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Twas the night......
Twas a full moon in Solstice, and all though the world
Folks stood in wonder as winter unfurled
My love baking cookie, and me with spiced rum
More than made up for the absence of sun
The Kids were content just to smell what was cooking
As was I, but admit that I couldn’t help looking
The drink and the warmth of a well heated oven
Reminded us all of the friends in our coven
When deep in the soul a reminder was placed
Of why Yule is sacred, and brightens my face
And there at the alter, to quell winters yearning
Were evergreen boughs , and ash for the burning
The moon shining white, as to copy the snow
Seemed to hold summertime deep in its glow
In the shadows created by limbs of the trees
I saw there the Goddess to put me at ease
She told me of changing in forest and leaf
As nature prepared to deliver relief
And all in my tribe, the Young and the Old
Took solace in knowing of end to the cold
To be continued.......
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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