God of long, dark nights,
I confess that my mood has been like the ground.
Cold, hard, and brittle.
I can so easily snap at one of my beloveds
like sound of ice crunching beneath my feet.
These frigid days I long to burrow beneath the covers
repeating a mantra learned long ago:
Then I notice a snippet of sun and blue sky
as if to remind me
that You are there and so much bigger than I can conceive.
May I remember that warmth comes from connection
and that the sun is always present
no matter how many clouds blanket the sky.