Waiting at Solstice SM Jenkin

Waiting at Solstice

Let the world hold her breath, I can feel her heart beat It is the bass echo of hooves trampling the cold hard ground above the waiting seed

Let the world hold her breath, I can hear her sweet lullaby’s caress It is the song of the deer, calling across the sleeping grass above the furtive soil

Let the world hold her breath, I can see her fires kindle and burn It is the sight of the running deer, bathing in the sun’s gathering light

Blessed be the breath that we share Blessed be the word on that breath Blessed be the song unleashed by the word on the breath that we share

SM Jenkin

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