Divine Gyre: poem by Kent L. Reichert

image by Layers, on Pixabay, modified

Divine Gyre

Time swirls

within the architecture of the eternal

where an instant

masks millennia.

Prophetic points of light

reflect the flicker,

each candle flame

a sacred connection,

a visible incarnation.

Transcendent hearts

kindle behind the eyes.

Sprites of time

joyfully dance.

Eternal flashes ignite

in bouquets of orchid and violet,

rose and dahlia

swell this floral firmament.

Flares of faith,

the essence of the now that was,

is…

…and awaits.

The Divine gyre

of loss,

of separation,

of

return,

spirals,

descending toward

fullness of time

and a stable,

an advent of peace

nurses at his mother's breast.

Come,

let us adore him.

(Note: the term “sprite” can refer to an electrical discharge

above a cloud during a lightning storm.)

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Kent Reichert spends autumn beside Becky’s Creek on the Intracoastal Waterway

across from North Carolina's Topsail Island. He passes the time walking his dogs,

practicing digital photography, and writing. His poetry has appeared in a variety

of journals and anthologies. This poem for the Christmas season is based on the

Advent wreath.

December 2025 issue