To Be Born Again

Again
we have been born
through the darkest night ,
and the child ,
cosmic ,
and eternal ,
and internal
has been born.

Standing
at the threshold
of a civilian dawn
– no less real –
we are washed up
at the shore of a tumultuous
sea.

Shake off the water
let the droplets spray
and catch the light,
like a blessing may fear
turn to hope .

At the year’s turning may we trust
again :
the hand,
the smile ,
the breath
of the You,
and the song .

At the year’s turning
may we eat again at one table ,
and together brake the bread of our hearts.

At the years turning
and through all the holy nights
may we be born again .

~ from one of our members