Bread of all our hope –
In the darkening world
When the wind is full of teeth
And the night a gaping mouth.

On the brink of the world night,
The final night,
Night of the great soul-famine,
Man, creations’s husbandman,
Drowns in his own numbers –
thousands and thousands fall
into the bottomless night,
wasted parings of too much
and far too little.
The dragon, insatiable hunger,
is swallowing the stars.

But look, now the night is split
By the keel of a boat
Darkness curls back from the white sail
Can you see her?
Santa Lucia comes crowned in candlelight
With her basket full of bread.

© by Mother Macaria Corbett
Published with permission. This poem and many others can be found in Endless Winter Nights at Monk’s Lagoon, available in our bookstore (think Christmas gifts!).

Santa Lucia, with a wreath of lit candles on her head, will visit shoppers and distribute Santa Lucia homemade buns at our Old World Christmas Village and Market, which will be held Friday, Dec. 1st from 5-9 p.m. and Saturday, Dec. 2nd from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m.

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