The quote prompt is shown below.
Scribbles for this challenge…not really a Haibun.
Shadows In Winter
The Sacred Is Forgotten
This Cross We Must Bear
I am mindful of the words to a song which opens ‘When winter’s shadowy fingers, first pursue you down the street’* These Fingers have Humanity by the Throat. We are Consumed by this Festival. Long since has any Deep and Real Meaning left us. Once we watched for This. The rebirth of the Sun. This Longest Night. A moment for Transformation. To Drink to the Darkness and the Turning of the Wheel Towards the Light. Yule. And Now? All that Glitters is not Gold. Even the Christ Mass, which followed on from our pagan worship,is mostly ignored.
To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal …
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance …
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.**