The year’s last sunset burns
in a clear, cloudless sky,
an act of alchemy, transforming
all the hours, now passing,
distilling them in its fire,
reducing them to truth,
regardless of how dark and leaden
The love of the Yes
is larger than we imagine.
It turns all to its purpose,
burning away what is not
of its self.
Here is clarity. Here is peace.
Here is the blazing sun, singing
The year’s Amen.
Because only one more day remained
before January would arrive,
ushering in another pristine year,
December and the Passing Year
walked beside the holy waters
gathering together the echoes
of the tears and laughter
that had filled the year’s days,
collecting its hopes and dreams,
longings and sighs, joys and tears.
And when at last they held them all
in their benevolent arms, they sang
a tender blessing and sent them
sailing down the sacred stream
to the place where yesterdays go
to be distilled and refined.
And the New Year, finding them,
clear now and purified,
will blend them with fresh tomorrows,
where hope lives and possibilities
reach out, singing with love.
Standing in stillness on the hill, the trees speak
The year’s last words: Live simply, in harmony
With life’s seasons, and with all that it brings you.
Let your breathing be a sign of peace,
And your being an expression of joy.
Be open to all possibilities.
Give your gifts as freely to the world
As they have been given to you.
Savor life’s goodness and beauty.
And in all things, let the Great Yes
Sing through you. For you are Its child,
Known, and deeply loved.
Again, deep clouds blanket the day,
Almost as if this dimming of the light
Had become a habit, the dullness
Easier than shining.
But no, this drab atmosphere
Is intended, its purpose bent
On emphasizing treasures unnoticed
In bright daylight’s glare.
Look more closely, it says.
Pay attention to small details.
Where you did not think to find them,
Without as much as a wind to signal their coming,
The clouds rushed in, swallowing the sky.
Within an hour, the afternoon’s light was gone
And the earth settled in to the early winter night.
But for one glorious moment, we sat watching
The majestic sight, a soundless drama, sweeping
Toward us with relentless might.
It warranted trumpets. Choirs of angels
Would have been no surprise.
You turned on the car’s headlights
As we drove back, filled with awe and silence,
And Christmas lights gleamed in the darkness
From home, after home, after home.
Even at noon, the pines cast long shadows.
Yet what a wonder to see them, a gift
Of the gods after endless days without sun.
Under my boots, the vegetation is flattened now,
Hunkered against the earth, waiting for snow.
But today the air is unseasonably warm,
And my neighbor told me over morning coffee
That yesterday the daylight lasted ten seconds
Longer than it had the day before.
“The daylight’s winning,” he said, grinning
As he slurped another mouthful.
“Ten whole seconds! We’ll take it, hey?”
On this soft Christmas day, love rains down.
Beyond the riot of lights and the din of voices,
Out past the merry chaos of it all, a peace falls.
A pocket of acceptance opens in the heart,
A welcoming of all that is, however imperfect,
A knowing that everything is a gift,
And that we are truly blessed.
Because you are cherished, flowers bloom at Christmas.
What else could carry such purity of affection?
Every petal, every color, every form of them
Breathing the fragrance of a love
That was meant for you from the beginning,
From the day the very first blossom
Opened on this earth.
Hope dangles from the sycamore’s branches
Wrapped in thick shells against the winter’s chilled air.
Behind layers of clouds that hold cold rain
An infinite sky speads, star-filled.
Even on this dull December afternoon,
Beauty dances for the opened eye.
Everything whispers of tomorrow.
December is a special month here at High on Happiness. Along with Little Pine, we’re celebrating the return of the Light. Each day, another adventure unfolds. Scroll down to the December 1st post to catch the beginning of this year’s story . . . or read it backwards and flip it over in your mind. Each day is an adventure, regardless.