It’s the lights of winter, son
That speak in darkest days of love
And may you grow to know
The peace
And joy
That they are speaking of
It’s the lights of winter, son
That speak in darkest days of love
And may you grow to know
The peace
And joy
That they are speaking of
in slow motion
inhalation
and real presence
Long ago, anger
Filled me. I’ve kept holding it.
When none knew better:
Not me, not them, not anyone.
It is time to let it go.
Now go and rest, the light is sinking low,
And tired eyes deserve a little peace;
The running day has ended, soft and slow,
It’s time to bid your straggling worries cease.
Yes, rest: surrounded by the ones you love,
Sink down, and let the weight slip off your mind;
It’s time to raise your eyes, and look above,
And leave all of that sodden mess behind.
The work you had to do here, now is done;
The hearts you had to touch here, all are touched —
It’s time for you to focus on the one
You’ve never really cared for quite as much.
So just let go – you’ve done your very best –
The light is sinking low. Let go, and rest.
No more to be borne,
But let go:
At least, for a night
The time is hers
And she’s completely free —
The day is beautiful,
And
so
is
She
Ere The beacon of loneliness shines You Amidst all of nature's designs Find The cliff of the cormorant soul Peace Only comes when you let go control