Collection: Christmas Scene: Montrose, CO

ARTIST: Lewis Williams, OFS


"Blessed are you, winter; your bleak, barren trees preach wordless sermons about emptiness and solitude."
—from The Circle of Life by Joyce Rupp and Macrina Wiederkehr

May the joy and peace of Christ’s birth fill your soul this Christmas Season.

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Winter's Cloak


This year I do not want
the dark to leave me.
I need its wrap
of silent stillness,
its cloak
of long lasting embrace.
Too much light
has pulled me away
from the chamber
of gestation.

Let the dawns
come late,
let the sunsets
arrive early,
let the evenings
extend themselves
while I lean into
the abyss of my being.

Let me lie in the cave
of my soul,
for too much light
blinds me,
steals the source
of revelation.

Let me seek solace
in the empty places
of winter's passage,
those vast dark nights
that never fail to shelter me.

A poem to be read aloud to observe the Solstice. It's by Joyce Rupp from “The Circle of Life" which she co-wrote with Macrina Wiederkehr