I found this at Blog of a Bookslut;
A brief excerpt from John Donne’s Sermons on the Psalms and the Gospels, from Sermon No. 8:
The sun is not weary with sixe thousand years shining; God cannot be weary of doing good; And therefore never say, God hath given me these and these temporall things, and I have scattered them wastfully, surely he will give me no more; These and these spirituall graces, and I have neglected them, abused them, surely he will give me no more; For, for things created, we have instruments to measure them; we know the compasse of a Meridian, and the depth of a Diameter of the Earth, and we know this, even of the uppermost spheare in the heavens: But when we come to the Throne of God himselfe, the Orbe of the Saints, and Angels that see his face, and the vertues, and powers that flow from thence, we have no balance to weight them.
A lot of the readings I’ve done about the solstice are religious in nature. The area of faith in deprivation, in believing at the darkest times in a renewal, is not one spoken off a great deal in the secular realm. So feel free to disregard God from any of the more religious texts, particularly if you have a hard time having faith in benevolence and omnipotence in such a strange time. It’s not the faith in a religious order that matters when it comes to the solstice, or dark times of a less seasonal kind. It’s being able to hold the space for belief in change, slow and creeping as it may be.
That last line? The hardest and most desperate hope.