Dec 21st is the Winter Solstice when the days begin to get longer and Spring cannot be so far away ( here on the West Coast). I have related Christmas to the older solstice celebrating Saturnalia of the Romans in this poem and the Madonna statue to the even older Egyptian beliefs that lead to the worship of the mother of Christ - the bringer of the light of the world. The more things change the more they stay the same.
Despite knowing the background of our lady of the forest and seeing her wrapped in Christmas lights, I can still make the intuitive leap, feel the truth of that other reality and benefit from my step off the road, down that narrow trail and into the forest.
Just back from the main road,Our Lady of the Forest.For Christmas she is floodlit at night.
a modest statue
of our lady of the forest.
It is full daylight on this year's visit -patterns of melting snow
sun in the treetops
in the blue shadows.
I have to slide down a narrow trail,step between trees and over roots,
to clearly recognize her waiting
in the shining green undergrowth.
At this time of year, the darkestshe takes on a significance
overlooked during brighter seasons.
Bringer of the light.
I know this is a concrete reproduction,one copy of many, but well made.
A believable young woman,
Standing so seriously upon her pedestal.
For thousands of years, the mother.It takes me a leap to accept her blessing
and return to the road,