Sowelstice Poem
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Her love is old and powerful in the earth.
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The name, June, speaks of early summer,
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nevertheless, her unruffled mightiness
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upholds the lintel of the longest night.
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Like an old dog, I am happy to be acknowledged.
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Her knobbled hands calmly take the humming measure
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of a cat whose broken leg she once healed.
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The light of Mary, of Brigid, of Danu
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beams behind bifocals.
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With her dear Lennie/Dagda, she raised pigs.
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They slept in the womb for three months, three weeks and three days.
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The cauldron is always full in the light of morning.
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Remember to keep Brigid in Alban Arthuan!
Happy Solstice to one and all.
You who would now bless the poor shall you yourselves find blessing. “The Feast of Stephen” is December 26th, the day after Christmas. The carol reminds us that the generosity of spirit and fact that are called forth at Christmas are to be practiced every day of the year. Heifer International is helping. Twenty dollars buys a flock of chicks for a struggling subsistence farmer.