–by Susan Osborn —

Grant me this day

For rain for the grey

Love for the dormant, love for the brown

Love for the dark seed under the ground

The silence. the cold, the frozen, the old

When beauty seems hidden and the light has withdrawn

Grant me the grace to go on

So riddle the grate and blow on the coals

Wild winds at the gate, frost on the windows

For all we have loved both here and gone

Light candles make prayers

Send blessings all round

Grant me this day for rain for the grey

Love for the dormant, love for the brown

Love for the dark seed under the ground

For silence for cold

The frozen the old

This is not springtime though I feel it near

This is our winter

A most trying time of year

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