Winter Solstice

Even now, 

in the sterile age of technology,

beneath the banging, crashing, clashing street noise,

the deafening roar of airplanes,

beneath the sounds of shrieking missiles, exploding bombs,

beneath the humming and ticking of artificial intelligence

(or none at all),

beneath the ceaseless rushing, pushing, struggling... 

still,

the quiet heartbeat of the earth,

turning in her silent cycles,

as she whirls around the sun,

the ancient dervish dance of sun, moon, earth, planets,

ceaseless motion unchanging,

drawing a spiral pattern across the eons...

as it began,

so it remains.

 

and now once again

she retraces the infinite pattern,

reaches 

the apex of her wandering arc,

and turns her face once again

to the brilliance,

toward the one,

the light.

as it was in the beginning,

as it ever shall be,

so it remains.