22/12/2023
May This Birth Now Be a Collective One
💓🙏 AWEN 🙏💓
The news is always unexpected!
A catch of wings in dull office cubicle.
A flutter of light as we trim the tree
or unload the groceries.
A shake of sparks as handles swing above, rocking
along the ceiling
on the bus, or on the subway.
There! ...A whisper.
A warning.
A promise. Be Ready.
You are chosen!
Flaming angel wings startling us
with strikes against closed windows.
But as impossible as it might be,
there is no un-Seeing the flash of Seeing.
The Burning Seed has taken soil.
The Divine Arrival is announced!
All there is, is to trust the Dark Gestation,
and Sacred Inkling.
But without the legitimacy of a known father--
That is, something sure and something proven--
Doubts,
Criticisms,
even accusations
rise in challenge against this new Light:
We cannot change our life or abandon what was before!
It's impossible.
Not safe.
Not the way of our beliefs. Our plans,
or the world we had envisioned at all.
Not right!
But in the darkness Bright Stars ember -
Dark and Light. Light ...and Dark
Like the Great Star in the East
which only Wise Men
knew to follow.
Our souls grow and they get ready.
Our minds uncertain.
We feel it growing there,
this Promise.
This New Life somewhere deep within.
This New Consciousness
and Potential.
Soon we cannot deny the signs
and sacred portends.
That things can no longer be
or stay, as they were.
A New Child is coming!
The Divine
to reconcile what could not be reconciled
before.
A Sacred Destiny awaits.
Our mind can only guide as we seek out the place
where our Soul may bring the dear Child forth.
The heaviest travails always the closest to the end.
The longest hours
always closest to the birth of sun,
at dawn.
At the final hour there is no room.
No room at the inn!
Not for this new child we do not know.
All doors slam closed. All places taken!
No room for strangers, even those heavy
and in the travails of birth.
Maybe it's also fear,
or maybe just exhaustion.
But there is no room at the inn. No room for the New Life.
No place here, we say, we reason.
No room.
But All is in it's Order.
Finally the right place is found, the most humble of mangers
to welcome in the holy child.
A stable place full of nature - our True Nature,
in all its simplest forms:
The gentle heifer that nurtures,
and the peace and trust
of the innocent lamb.
The sow who knows the dirt and the darker places.
Even the foolish donkey -
stubborn enough to carry us through
where all others
would have given in.
Deep, instinctual parts of being
nudge their way forward
to support the weary Mother and her New Child,
As bright stars burn and angels sing,
and doves descend--
The wise bowing low before this New Spirit
and Sacred Consciousness
As a whole and better, New Way of Being,
is Birthed to Life.
May this Birth now be a collective one.
With love and soul this Christmas Season,
~Rachel Alana, (R.A Falconer)
Midwives of the Soul
art | Clinton Cards, 2019
