The Light and the Longing
Four prayers from Solstice morning, for the parts of us that long to be held.
A prayer in four parts
This morning, I felt called to write and paint. I sat down and set myself up with my journal and my supplies. I lit a candle. And I asked that the portal be opened. These poems/prayers/and painting are what came through. I offer them to you.
Some blessings for and from the light on this Longest Day. And dreams and blessings of being Divinely carried — for the parts of us that long for ease and support.
These are my offerings. For my little self, my grownup self, and for you.
1. A Poem for Solstice
The longest day
All the light a body can take in
in all the languages light can transmit
beams, rays, soft waves, glow
shine on me
through me
into me
around
above
below
over
under
within
(anywhere a cat sleeps)
bathe me
cleanse me
purify me
I bless the dawn
the day
the high noon
bright 4 o’clock
the blinding orb in the evening
the sun that won’t set
until late
that keeps me up
What do you want to show me?
What do you want me to see?
2. Place Me Gently
I sing to God/dess/xx
of our longing
for salvation
for home
for peace
for rest
for freedom
for remembering
that we are all God/dess/xx.
It is in our hands.
But we feel like children.
I feel like a child
wishing for a compassionate parent
to come & pick me up
to carry me over
rough terrain
thresholds
chasms
all the hard parts
& place me gently
on the other side.
3. Carry Me Up
Carry me up the stairs to bed
I can get there by myself
but the steps are so big
& my legs are so little
& I’m tired
please
just pick me up
hold me close
so I can turn my head
into the warm nook of your neck
I let my thumb find its way into my mouth
I curl my body into you
heavy in your arms
my eyes closed
so I don’t see the dizzying view of railing bars
sliding by beneath me
carry me up
& set me down
gently
in my soft bed
tuck me in
kiss me goodnight
touch my forehead to yours
bless me with sweet dreams
& I love you’s
& stay by my side until
my breath finds its nighttime rhythm
& my body softens into slumber
& my soul dances off to the cosmos
until morning.
4. Just a Thousand Times
Oh Mama / God/dess/xx / Beloved
just a thousand times
I wish you'd hold me
all night long
whispering into the ears of my heart
that I am good
that I am beautiful
that I am loved
that I am yours.
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Shabbat Shalom, beloveds.
May this long day’s light carry us gently into rest.
Annie