December Moon

The December moon consecrates the night,

A host that shines upon the sleeping earth,

And we, abiding in its precious light,

Are graced by the divinity of birth,

A communion of wind and stars and trees

And meteors that lead across the sky

And waves that rush and curl the foaming seas,

To bless us with earth's sacramental signs.

revolution

all of time

hangs in place

Dark skies spin

a holy fire

of nativity.

all of life

bows its head

A lamb turns

on the spit

of divinity.

all the earth

holds its breath

Grace ignites

a flame

of revolution.