I have shifted my hopes away from getting life “back to normal,”  whatever that means, and focusing my energy on creating times of  growth, enlightenment, and renewal, in the midst of and often in  despite of our circumstances. Marge Piercy’s poem, “The Head of  the Year,” sounds so relevant in 2021, as she invites us to “forgive  the dead year” and find the “light that hides in our bellies.”
As we continue to endure and navigate a global pandemic, we can’t  afford to lose sight of the work that calls us at the UUCC. We must  work to renew our commitment to be our best selves, as we work to  transform our world around us. May we nurture the light in our  bellies, and let the transforming light of our chalice burn brightly

The Head of the Year
by Marge Piercy
The moon is dark tonight, a new
moon for a new year. It is
hollow and hungers to be full.
It is the black zero of beginning.
Now you must void yourself
of injuries, insults, incursions.
Go with empty hands to those
you have hurt and make amends.
It is not too late. It is early
and about to grow. Now
is the time to do what you
know you must and have feared
to begin. Your face is dark
too as you turn inward to face
yourself, the hidden twin of
all you must grow to be.
Forgive the dead year. Forgive
yourself. What will be wants
to push through your fingers.
The light you seek hides
in your belly. The light you
crave longs to stream from
your eyes. You are the moon
that will wax in new goodness.
(Piercy, Marge. “The Head of the Year”. The Art of Blessing the Day. Knopf; Reprint edition, 2000)
Rev. Stephen Robinson