advent journal

advent journal: solstice, again

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

20 Dec 2020 — 1 min read

jupiter saturn conjunction how see

On the eve of the winter solstice and the cosmic illusion of the “Christmas Star” that Jupiter and Saturn will provide this week, I went back to a poem I wrote a couple of years ago that found new life this year, thanks to my friend, composer Taylor Scott Davis, who used an adaptation of the text in an amazing choral piece that was premiered two weeks ago by VOCES8. It also makes an appearance in my book The Color of Together.

Tonight, it is here once more.

solstice

come sit in the dark with me and look at that moon that is so at home in the night let us reach deep into the pockets of our souls for scraps of hope and wonder

come gaze at the firefly stars flinging their light lay back on the blanket of dead leaves and sleeping soil oh, that we had a ladder to make a consolation of ourselves

a constellation of ourselves come sing our favorite song softly into this silent night that welcomes the first day of winter the one about being together come sit in the dark with me

Peace, Milton

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