The Shortest Day

a scant 8.5 hours between sunrise and sunset today.

We recite this poem by Susan Cooper over our Solstice flame each year, may it burn bright for us all.

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 longTo 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!

Photo credit.Donna DeVier, Rocheport. MO