Winter's Cloak
This year I do not want the dark to leave me.
I need its wrap of silent stillness,
its cloak of long lasting embrace.
Too much light has pulled me away
from the chamber
of gestation.
Let the dawns come late,
let the sunsets arrive early,
let the evenings extend themselves
while I lean into
the abyss of my being.
Let me lie in the cave of my soul,
for too much light
blinds me,
steals the source
of revelation.
Let me seek solace in the empty places
of winter's passage,
those vast dark nights
that never fail to shelter me.
-Joyce Rupp
