It happens to be the last day of Hannukah (8 candles!), 4th Advent, and the last day of my own personal bi-annual purgatory of finishing my grading.
All of these traditions point to such a wonderful reminder to be quiet for just a little while. Insterestingly, it comes from the sol (sun) + sister (to stand still).
The Song
By Naomi Shihab Nye
From somewhere
a calm musical note arrives.
You balance it on your tongue,
a single ripe grape,
till your whole body glistens.
In the space between breaths
you apply it to any wound
and the wound heals.
Soon the nights will lengthen,
you will lean into the year
humming like a saw.
You will fill the lamps with kerosene,
knowing somewhere a line breaks,
a city goes black,
people dig for candles in the bottom drawer.
You will be ready. You will use the song like a match.
It will fill your rooms
opening rooms of its own
so you sing, I did not know
my house was this large.
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