Thursday, December 22, 2005

Winter Solstice

Someone emailed this poem to me yesterday - So although it is now a day late, I thought I would share it.

The Shortest Day

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!

1 comment:

  1. I always feel like the time between turning our clocks back and the winter solstice takes forever. I'm very glad the shortest day finally came and am certainly looking forward to carolling, feasting and giving thanks over the next week or so.

    Yay for longer days!!!

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