Winter's Blessings

Aho my little Children and Grandchildren of the Rainbow, I do bow that I might know thee someday, somehow,

Where does the snow go mommy (Great Spirit Mother) when the sun shines so bright?  Where doth the water hide when we need it for our great plight/flight?  Where shall we look, when the earth is dry as dust, and we can't remember when we thought we trust(ed).  Shall we remember the winter's storm, shall we remember the rain so sweet, or shall we fall down also, to all the purifying heat.  Let us bow and bless now, to remember the sacred waters flow.  Let us bless and bow, to the sacred earth, sending heaven's kiss to all her lovely girth.

  Love and blessings coming your way, the bow, the song, the gift of all that pray.

Snow is falling today!
Not much is sticking so far, and finding a place, but the kids are saying hip hip and a happy hurray!It is so quiet as they softly swirl to the ground, their souls abide in peace, bowing and making ne'er a sound.

This is where I love to abide, tucked up close and sweet, serene within the sacred hide.

Mother and children give kisses and hugs, and gather around in warm happy rugs. Where is daddy? they say, eyes all a bright. Will he be home soon, before the darkness of the night?Yes, my dears, he is very near already. He is out making sure we are safe and all things are made ready. Ready for what mommy? they ask. Ready my loves, she smiles, to make all things fast.Oh! they say, they don't really understand. But blessed mothers and fathers across the world, bow to heaven and make a stand.

Winter is here to bring in new life, but first the old must be blessed for gifting all the strife.The seed hides inside, waiting for the moment, when warmth spreads her wings, then a new adornment. The winds may rage soon, at the voice of God's command,
but hidden inside the nest, holding on to faith, we shall look up with wonder when we see the saving grace.

We are but the seed, the beginnings of a new day. The golden glow of love holds us close, even through all the waves.Hold on to the earth, and reach for the sky, for in our souls we know, that God doth never lie. We are all the Rainbow, the glory of water and fire. We shall bring in the new day with rejoicing, the dreams of every desire.Do not be afraid my darling ones, this is not how you shall be. But be strong and brave and hold on tight, and listen to the heart of thee.

You are great, you have always hoped it was true. Now you know, you are the rising of the blue.Find your happy heart, the soul that soars, holy as a dove, for you are safe at home my deer, the radiance of pure love.

Glory to all the circles of hoops and the stories yet untold. Let heaven bring in all her radiant sons/suns and the beauty of daughters so bold.

Love and blessings to hear the winds, happy is the heart of the one that sings.

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