Yule

Sun lost, Demeter’s tears,

For so the land hath slumbered here,

For the once warm air now dull and queer,

Stop! Something rustles in the dark,

Hark! Someone approaches like a lark.

Songs of praise and songs of the night,

For the Solstice brings joy and tide, for us all to rejoice.

Chant, chant, chant be my sisters and brothers.

Chant highest to Helios and Saturn, let them hear you.

Dark no longer as Yule passes so does the Sun get reborn.

Oh Ra is high and bright.

Demeter’s tears can cease, as Persephone can now be free and the warm gold sun be born again.

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