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The Birth of the Sun

Sunday, December 22nd
Facilitator: Eduardo Arias

The Birth of Sol

In the heart of winter’s longest night,
When shadows claim the waning light,
A spark is born, a golden flame,
The sun arises, Sol by name.

Through frost-bound air, its warmth returns,
The wheel of life forever turns.
It breathes through soil, through seed and stone,
A light to guide, a force to own.

The sun, our lifeblood, fierce and true,
Gives rise to fields of morning dew,
Feeds every leaf, ignites each star,
The power that defines who we are.

Yet on the ground, the wolf does stand,
A guardian tied to this ancient land.
With fur of ash and eyes that gleam,
It bridges earth and cosmic dream.

Its howl ascends through starlit skies,
A song of need, a prayer that flies.
It summons hope, it calls desire,
It fans the birth of Sol’s bright fire.

For in that voice, we too partake,
To manifest, to dream, to wake.
The wolf reminds, with every breath,
Of grounding life and conquering death.

The birth of the sun, a sacred start,
A fire within each beating heart.
It whispers promise, it sings of dawn,
Renewing strength, though night feels long.

Oh, Sol, arise! Bring light anew,
Illuminate both path and view.
With wolf as guide and sun as king,
We claim our dreams, our everything.

This is the solstice, the turning of time,
A dance of spirit, of earth, sublime.
For in the howl and in the flame,
The birth of Sol ignites our name.