In the midst of winter's icy grasp, When the nights grow long and shadows clasp, We gather 'round the ancient fire's light, To celebrate the Yule, the longest night. A time of rebirth and renewal, you see, When the old year fades, the new year is free, With evergreen branches and candles ablaze, We honor the sun's return, warming our days. In ancient times, the pagans did believe, That during this season, a great wheel did heave, And as the wheel turned, the sun would grow weak, But with our rituals and prayers, its power we seek. For the Yule is a time to honor the sun, To remind ourselves that new life has begun, To let go of the darkness, the worries, the strife, And welcome the light back into our life. So we sing songs of joy and blessings we share, We dance and we laugh, filling the chilly air, We feast with loved ones, embracing the cheer, For the Yule is a time of love, hope, and good cheer. As the days slowly lengthen and darkness recedes, We embrace the warmth that the sun now decrees, And in our hearts, we carry the Yule's light, Guiding us through the darkness, shining so bright.
The Muse in the Mirror
As the days slowly lengthen and darkness recedes, We embrace the warmth that the sun now decrees, And in our hearts, we carry the Yule's light, Guiding us through the darkness, shining so bright. So let us come together on this sacred night, To honor the Yule and all that is right, For in this season, we find hope anew, And the promise of blessings, for me and for you..
Using creativity to rekindle a reverence for our precious planet
Twas the Night before Yuletide
Posted on December 14, 2014 March 6, 2022 by Emma TuzzioAn enchanting Yuletide poem to remind us of the true reason for the season,
written by C.C Wiliford.
©Emily Balivet ‘Snow Queen Yule Winter Solstice Goddess’ http://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/EmilyBalivet
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When lo! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”
Author: C.C Wiliford
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Pagan yule poem
There’s a crisp hint of magic in the air. And a sense of warmth and comfort fills our homes. Stockings are hung at the mantle and mama’s baking cookies in the kitchen. Face it. Winter Solstice, aka. Yule, is one of the most enchanting times of the years. It’s a time of giving and receiving. And what better way to express your gratitude and love to others than offering Yule Blessings? Here you’ll find just that. PLUS some beautiful, cozy Winter Solstice poems and quotes to save and share all Winter season.
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Reviews for "Celebrating the Rebirth of the Sun with a Pagan Poem"
1. Emma - 2 stars - I was really disappointed with "Pagan yule poem". The writing was overly flowery and the imagery felt forced. It didn't resonate with me at all and I couldn't connect with the message the poem was trying to convey. Overall, it felt like a pretentious attempt at writing something profound, but it fell flat for me.
2. John - 1 star - "Pagan yule poem" was a complete waste of my time. The language was convoluted and the metaphors were difficult to understand. It felt like the author was trying too hard to be deep and meaningful, but it just ended up being confusing. I couldn't find any enjoyment or appreciation for this poem whatsoever.
3. Laura - 2 stars - I found "Pagan yule poem" to be extremely cliche and predictable. The imagery and symbolism were nothing new or unique, and it felt like I've read this poem a thousand times before. The rhyming scheme was also very basic and lacked creativity. Overall, it was just a bland and unimaginative poem.
4. Michael - 2 stars - "Pagan yule poem" had potential but failed to deliver. The language was unnecessarily complex, making it hard to follow and appreciate the underlying meaning. Additionally, the pacing felt off, and it seemed like the author was trying to fit too many ideas into a single poem. This resulted in a disjointed reading experience that left me unsatisfied.