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Image: The Green Man Sleeps by Ruth Calder Murphy (Arciemme)
Advent
The Green Man Sleeps under white frost
and the days shrink
to the size of pennies.
Holly bleeds berries
and firs freeze...
It is Time.
Naissance time,
time for Ouroboros to smile
and reveal its tail,
time for the Incarnation,
the Exhalation,
the birth of the Divine.
Brighid smiles
and her eyes are alight with the fire of spring,
bright with threefold promise.
The darkness breathes:
Spring stirs,
Hope is born
and Redemption sings its morning song.
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