12/21/2025
On this longest night and shortest day,
we honor the dark as sacred shelter.
May what has grown weary be allowed to rest.
May what has been hidden be kept warm and safe.
As the light turns toward us again,
may it return softly—
not demanding, not rushing—
but faithful and true.
May we carry only what is essential
into the coming cycle,
and leave the rest to the snow and the soil.
Blessed be the dark.
Blessed be the turning.
Blessed be the light, reborn in its own time.
