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This Shortest Day

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, 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!


Image: JesseJames. Words: Susan Cooper.


Just leave yourself open to the possibility
That one dawn you wake to fi nd your mind clear,
One dawn you win back the love you derailed,
One dawn you kick the habit of blaming yourself.
One dawn you will wake to hear a clear signal,
A wavelength unmuffl ed by inference or static,
You will recognise the DJ’s voice as your own
Advertising a unique extravaganza treasure hunt
Where each clue is a signpost through your past.
You will walk through a maze of sleeping estates,
Collecting golden tickets concealed amid mistakes
Made when addiction stopped you thinking straight.
That dawn, when fi gures emerge amidst the chaos,
You will walk forward, unafraid to embrace happiness.

Words: Dermot Bolger