We are the only gods; the universe is ours.
Behold our magnificence!
If we are diligent
And sacrifice all lesser concerns,
We may keep the light from dying
And our hearts from growing still
When the gods return
To take the year from our narrow shoulders
And hurl it toward a season bright and fertile.
For more of Gwion’s stirring poem, visit Sybil Drinkwalter at North of Berkeley.
Setting my light; may it blaze forth with all of yours. Happy Winter Solstice!