Winter will be here soon
Stealing its way in on icy feet
Wrapping it tentacles of foreboding sorrow
Around my heart
Heralding the loss of warmth and light
The stealing away of summer
Attended by the appearance of autumnal gold
That speaks of death
And easter as the precursor
Of a longer slower more painful
Crucifixion
Filled with reminders
Of endings
Of leave taking
And yet
With the opening of this heart
Deep within a furnace of remembering and longing
Is summoned up
A different kind of warmth
The reminder of how much it is within my power
To make of all of this transition
A benediction
For the love and life and hope that remains
Has been so dearly fought for
Has been reclaimed from those ashes
That once grown cold
Led this soul to a grieving
Which in time
Awakened me to
A deeper realisation of the power that lies hidden
Even in the ending of a life
Reminding me that
When life is fully embraced
In all of its seasons
Grace is born
Even in the depths
Of darkest winter
Emerging From The Dark Night 