But Mary kept all these things,Silence in the night, no mate, no
and pondered them in her heart.
skin touching skin. She is alone
and yet her heart sparks to learn
what she has learned. The truth
has wings. It arrives on a morning
when she is busy with morning
things. She is not expecting
to lose herself to the wind of what
is coming. It comes and she falls
to the ponderous weight of change,
which strikes her soul wide open,
which is how the light gets in.
~ Linda Dove
On the God's putative birthday from my godless heart to all of you, my friends, spread out across not just my country but the world; may this day that is supposed to be about the advent of love and peace find you at peace, with those you love around you. May you find at least one day of tranquility, of silence amid the noise and haste, of lovingkindness, of hope, of joy.
May you feel the vibration of the bells of Christmas Day passing though you like the motions of the spheres.