As the seasons change and the Mother rest the god must carry the burden of power. He must lead from afar while shepherding those who are entrusted to his care. Those who rest in the peaceful realms and explore new work. Yet ever am I reminded of the work left to undone. This is a Time for reflection and working on your inner self, but this does not mean that this is a time to let work go undone. How do we carry the light and share it in the darkness? For in the dark, the light will burn brightest if we care for it. We must aid our fellows and nurture our children. We must put down our strife and work for the peace that we seek. Our work must go on. This is a time for us to look within to find the courage and strength to harvest what we have planted. I find that the words of Henry Longfellow in his work of Something Left Undone speak to me in this season. He reminds me that the work we do is what builds our world and that we have work to do still.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow1807 (Portland) – 1882 (Cambridge) Labor with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun.
By the bedside, on the stair,
At the threshhold, near the gates,
With its menace or its prayer,
Like a medicant it waits;
Waits, and will not go away;
Waits, and will not be gainsaid;
By the cares of yesterday
Each to-day is heavier made;
Till at length the burden seems
Greater than our strength can bear,
Heavy as the weight of dreams
Pressing on us everywhere.
And we stand from day to day,
Like the dwarfs of times gone by,
Who, as Northern legends say,
On their shoulders held the sky.