Thursday, December 22, 2016

Thursday Poem - 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!

Susan Cooper, The Shortest Day
One of my personal Yuletide holiday traditions is to read the five volumes of Susan Cooper's magnificent "Dark is Rising" cycle.  Yule has just passed by, but her lovely Christmas Revels poem is perfect for this whole holiday interval in which we celebrate the return of light to the world.

1 comment:

Marcie said...

That poem is full of gorgeous imagery, isn't it? Wishing you a blessed and beautiful season.