Poem: The Shortest Day

It's the winter solstice and I went to see the Christmas Revels tonight. It had the smallest audience I've ever seen for the Revels, and it was a pared down show. But it was there! There was singing and dancing and some nods at inclusion and multi-culturalism. It was nice. And the days are going to get longer, and the year will spin on.

The Shortest Day
by Susan Cooper

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, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And so do we, here, now
This year and every year.
Welcome Yule!