{"id":9955,"date":"2021-01-18T07:20:00","date_gmt":"2021-01-18T14:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=9955"},"modified":"2021-01-20T12:22:15","modified_gmt":"2021-01-20T19:22:15","slug":"winter-solstice-2020","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/winter-solstice-2020\/","title":{"rendered":"Winter Solstice 2020"},"content":{"rendered":"

Winter Solstice 2020<\/strong><\/p>\n

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By M.A. Dooley<\/p>\n<\/strong>

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To re-build beauty we split the wood<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t split the hairs, it does no good<\/p>\n

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To build more beauty, we light the flame<\/p>\n

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The kindling catches, we say the names<\/p>\n

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Of those we love who went beyond<\/p>\n

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They shaped our lives, they\u2019re never gone<\/p>\n

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Reflection first, then put it away<\/p>\n

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Forgive, don\u2019t forget, make up one day<\/p>\n

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Let go the work, the world of greed<\/p>\n

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The rules of day, the ego needs<\/p>\n

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Gathered in darkness wait for the light<\/p>\n

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Beauty glows on faces this fire lit night<\/p>\n

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The circle round holds hearts and dreams,<\/p>\n

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Tears fall for loves no longer seen<\/p>\n

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The year was wrought with judging and pain<\/p>\n

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Hindsight 2020 the last refrain<\/p>\n

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Awake on the longest night, the fire<\/p>\n

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Releases suffering and unmet desires<\/p>\n

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This invocation is for you,<\/p>\n

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You represent your sisters too<\/p>\n

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For mothers, daughters we hold you dear<\/p>\n

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For fathers, sons not shaped by fear<\/p>\n

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We stand for sacredness of life, for living<\/p>\n

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The year\u2019s behind us without misgiving<\/p>\n

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\nWe stand together and hold our place
\nEmbrace salvation of the human race
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\nWe are so close to being one
\nLet’s end this year with love and fun.<\/p>\n

M.A. Dooley is a fourth generation Californian who spent her childhood in the Santa Cruz Mountains. M.A. Dooley is an architect in partnership with her husband. They have three sons. Among a multitude of athletic interests, she loves to ski and dance. Her work has been published in Sunset, Trends, San Francisco Magazine, the San Francisco Chronicle, The Press Democrat, and in Poems of a Modern Day Architect published by ARCHHIVE BOOKS, 2020.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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