Where Light Will Turn Around
In ancient times, marked in Celtic clans
There are stories told, and legends formed
And rituals would unfold
The apples were pressed, to make an ale for wassail toasts
To warm the host, when snow skimmed off the wind
This was when the whole world measured time
This is when the light would turn around
This is where the past would come undone
Where a spinning earth would mark a new beginning
Let's go back in time, to when it all began
Take me to the breaking of new dawns
There are moments keen with memory as bright as fire
Scalding pagan songs as the Druids worshipped sun
Reverse o' time, as ebbing is reborn
A returning journey sails across the sky
Deep within harsh winters steely breath
Let me meditate, and join a dance among the trees
I'll hide my face, a masquerade, a mask in covered straw
Disguise the Mummer's call, with chants of Celtic lore
Where the Yule log fire burns for twelve dark days
And ashes kept, the next year blessed
Weave the ivy and the holly branch once more
The wreaths are made to hang upon the doors
To keep all strong, against all spirits dire
So when spring arrives, seeds will sprout and grow
Oh, radiant sun, stretch the day, shorten night
Return earth's darkness into light
This is where the light will turn around
This is where the past now comes undone
For Debbie's contest "Winter's Holy Days"
Celtic/Winter Solstice
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