The sun will whisper its longest prayer to our ancestors.
It’s rays will spiral into fractals of grace, releasing us from forms of old. Both master and servant will yield to the unknown power of the Solstice.
There will be a moment for both humans and spirits to dwell in the house of the gods, both the powerful and the powerless, the wise and the ignorant, the just and the unjust.
The Solstice renders mercy, so much so that the earth weeps in ecstasy. Weaved within compassion, this portal, this reunion of parallel realities in linear time where God’s handiwork of creation kisses your cheek with warm tender lips leaving your heart open to receiving.
The sun’s prayer will change us all.
Forever.
May the powers of this Solstice Bless you.