The Shortest Day (Welcome Yule)

By December 9, 2016July 11th, 2023Walking a Wiccan Path


So the Shortest Day came and the year died

Everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world

Came people singing, dancing,

To drive the dark away.

They lighted candles in the winter tress;

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 so do we, here, now

This year and every year.

Welcome Yule!

By Susan Cooper