❄️ The Counting Down Begins — A Winter Poem of Sacred Anticipation

by Al Konda

Seven weeks... and wonder stirs the air. With every breath, we draw a little closer. To light. To warmth. To what was always waiting.

There’s a hush that begins in the bones of the world. A slow quieting. Not of absence—but of readiness. The Counting Down Begins is not just a poem about the season. It is a poem about returning—to the self, to light, to sacred time. Each stanza descends a week deeper into winter’s embrace, marking not just time, but a transformation. At seven weeks, we are hushed. At four weeks, we glow. At one week, we stand breathless. Like an advent calendar written in verse, this poem is both a celebration and a meditation. There are no rushing bells here. Only warmth rising like steam from a morning mug, snowlight brushing the edge of a window, and voices—childlike, clear—lifting the heart toward peace.

Why I Wrote It

This poem came to me in quiet—between breath and memory. I didn’t want to write a typical countdown or a festive echo of carols. I wanted to write stillness. The kind that lives in snow. The kind that says, “The sacred is close. Let yourself feel it coming.” Whether you count down to Christmas, to Solstice, to reunion, to light—you are welcome in this space. Let the hush enter you. Let each verse be a candle.

And when the stars lean close... may peace find you ready to receive it.

With warmth, Al Konda Author of Flame Without Shadow, The Seer,, The Konda Principle, and much, much more Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 04.11.2025: https://alkonda.com/2025/11/04/the-poem-of-the-day-23/

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