Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Winter Solstice

The darkest time of the year has come at last
When silent, still, and long the nights are passed
In slumbering doubt and sober, rue reflection,
A wint’ry feast of hearty introspection.

For now the sun wanes well beneath our ken
With no assurance it will rise and warm again
Our dream-spun souls. Blind, we set ablaze
The bonfires of faith and trust in brighter days;
We singe regret and ash mistaken sorrow
And burn away what thieves our joy tomorrow.

The years go ‘round, faster now we think
Than e’re before, so therefore let us drink
A cheerful toast to our wandering sun’s rebirth,
And in this darkest time, to peace on earth.