There are ways we come to know
When the time of winter is to come
The days get shorter and there is a longing for the light
Even though we have lamps and power
There is nothing like the sun to mark the day
We watch for the sunrise and sigh at sunset
There is nothing we can do to move this timing
We cannot call out and extend the day
Even lights don’t change the shadows
So then What do we do?
We wait
We wait and try to remember when the days were long
When the nights were warm
When we felt like small children no matter our age
Oh help I need the light
But I will wait
Impatience settles in
Sigh I’m scared by the news
Need good tidings of Great Joy!
12.9.2020
Bobbie giltz Mcgarey
The Spirit Will Tell You 