Homo Sanctus Sanctus
When the well sinks into the deep, and
The songs ring flat. When colors fade
To ice and snow. When the sun sets too fast.
And sleep is needed just to breathe.
When good tidings weep without solace, and
The strains of Noel are but tearful whispers.
No one can hold these holy notes alone.
You alone should not bear the burden of
Dust to dust. This is sacred work,
To restore your Being, to evoke your Soul,
Despite the tangle of muddle in the mundane, where
Your disquieted mind diverts you from
Your path. As you flounder, may we be of service.
May we be the weavers drawing your threads into
The tapestry of grace. May we be the space holders
Bearing up your sorrow for
Transmutation on this bridge of Light,
Offering the way for us all to thrive.
We are harmony, interwoven by cords.
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