With the fourth Sunday
comes the lighting of the fourth candle,
the candle of Love.
Our wait is almost over,
the circle is complete.
We have watched and waited,
We have trodden the path of the four thousand year longing for light,
for love;
and,
at the darkest moment
a spark is kindled
as
a pure light of love
is born into our benighted world.
The spark struck is Mary,
The Woman
whose name means
full of light.
The girl
who is our solstice.
She is
the perfect place
of stillness,
so attuned to the Light
that in her all creation stills,
the ancient cycle of sin is broken
and
even the darkness must yield
to
the Coming of the Sun of Justice.
Her womb
is the first place of Easter;
the cave of rebirth and resurrection
in which
eternity and time
are married,
and infinity will wed itself
forever
to clay's embrace.
Here Eve's aching
is healed
and
here Adam's sin
is undone,
and from the dry root
of the
sundering tree
a new shoot rises
at the word of
One
whose whole being
is yes,
whose whole being
is
Love.
"Behold the Handmaid of The Lord,
be it done unto me according to thy Word!"
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