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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Happy Solstice!

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, reveling.
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, fest, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!!
- Susan Cooper, "The Shortest Day"

2 comments:

FreeThinke said...

And may your log burn bright this Yule
For each King, peasant, sage and fool!
And may we cast out doubt and fear
Throughout nascent, coming year.


~ St. Nicholas of Delancey Street

-FJ the Dangerous and Extreme MAGA Jew said...

Thanks, FT. Here's to keeping the home fires burning!