Winter solstice is almost here.
The days are so short
The darkness is so long.
A chill runs up the spine
With a message of desperation.
This is a request, a suggestion.
It is asked out of love.
You can ignore it,
But it might get you through.
Don’t listen to the message.
The desperation would keep you from
Finding your truth.
Don’t be afraid.
You won’t find anything you don’t already know.
That none of it was your fault.
That you don’t have to play a game
to find out you are loved.
Love’s not a competition.
You don’t have to manipulate anyone
to be loved.
Love isn’t about control.
You don’t have to hurt someone,
to prove you have power.
Love never hurts.
You don’t have to disappear
To protect yourself.
You’ll only be lonely.
You don’t have to judge yourself so harshly
To make amends.
See yourself as the divine sees you.
You can tell the truth, your truth
It will stand.
You can change
It will stand.
Others may not know you
You don’t have to give up
You don’t have to be who they think you are.
You can be consistently truthful
And teach them who you are.
Keep rising, no matter what.
Those who can’t rise with you,
Let go of, with love and light.
Maybe you’ll see them and maybe you won’t.
Be who you think you are.
Not in that silly ego mind.
Not the evil one you try so hard
To convince us you are.
Be the person you find in your soul,
In the dark of the long nights
of the approaching winter solstice
Who is just like the rest of us.
A child, a man, who wants to love and be loved.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Infopedia, on Google Images