From where does this new tenderness creep,
As the air outside grows colder?
As I count the treasures I intend to keep,
And cast a glance over my shoulder…
What has cut me open so wide and deep;
What hopes to step inside?
What whispers to me as I sleep
That by daylight still does hide?
As I recount now what I’ve seen,
What I’ve gathered and have earned,
I wonder just what I can make,
And how far my wheel has turned.
I see now what I’ve left behind,
And know what I hope will stay.
Now, I wonder what will fill the space
Of what I dug out and burned away…
As the nights grow long and cold
I hope we’ll have warmth to share.
And when the days are short and lonely,
I hope we’ll find new ways to care.
As I look forward to the slowing down,
Time of stillness and retreat –
As I sense the stirring deep inside
Of the parts of myself I’ve yet to meet –
I’m grateful for all that has passed
And for what is coming still,
And I start to taste what I’ve been brewing
And look forward to being filled.