Solstice 2025

Advent: Sacred waiting. Week 4.

For Palestine

We are near to the darkest day
when the sun will stop dead in the sky.
And I wonder what it is that
I am waiting for. 

I’m waiting for the bombs to stop
and for the slaughter to end.
For the cruelty to be over,
and for humanity to heal.

I’m waiting for the beauty of the world 
to captivate our souls once again
and to distract us from all 
that distracts us from love. 

And I’m not waiting for anyone else 
to do what I’m not prepared to do myself.
Not even for a special child to be born 
in the rubble of a stable in Palestine.

I’m waiting only on myself.
To sit still enough, quietly enough,
hopeful enough and for long enough,
so that what I am waiting for might be born in me. 

I’m waiting for the light of love to rise in me
from an unseen source,
carrying in it some of the healing 
that the world needs right now.

I’m waiting for the light
to fill my heart,
my mind, 
my body and 
my womb. 

And when it does I will open my legs like the Great Mother,
who once took the form of a Jewish refugee in Palestine 
to birth the riches of love for the whole world. 

And then I will open my sacred heart and let my blood spill across the earth as love. 
And I will open my mouth and pray for peace to all beings.

There is nothing I will not open and nothing I will not do
when love rises in me like an underground spring; 
when peace breaks the darkness in me like the morning sun; 
when joy sings in me like the dawn chorus;
and when the Light radiates from me like the midday sun. 

This is what I am waiting for. 
For Love’s waters to break, 
and for her to birth Herself back 
into our very broken world and  
to bring with her peace to all beings.

Image: Light entering the chamber, Newgrange, from Boyne Valley Tours website.