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TO THE SHEKHINAH AT WINTER SOLSTICE

Upon this day of darkness, Mother, may
Your image rise and shine in many minds
As the one metaphor of all our caring,
Sign of the being in which we must live.

Your light shines forth from one face to another.
Under your glance the ways of help appear.
In your presence things fall into place.
You organize our issues and concerns.

Under your glance the ways of help appear.
In your hands the things we do add up.
You organize our issues and concerns.
You are our map, the blueprint of our temple.

In your hands the things we do add up.
You are our memory, storehouse of our good.
You are our map, the blueprint of our temple.
You are our meeting-place, our standing-ground.

You are our memory, storehouse of our good.
You are our mind's integrity and purpose.
You are our meeting-place, our standing-ground,
Talisman of the freedom of the upright.

You are our mind's integrity and purpose.
You show us how to sift our laws and customs.
Talisman of the freedom of the upright,
Through you we know what we must hold inviolate.

You show us how to sift our laws and customs.
As the one metaphor of all our caring,
Soul of creation, our inviolate House,
Upon this day of darkness, Mother, rise.

      — Esther Cameron