Saturnalia

The sun sets still on the longest night And casts upon the earth a veil of sorrow. for all of life’s ends at the dying of the year. Time’s ticking sickle cuts the wheat from the chaff, All that is useless falls away with the waning light. A fruitful darkness from which all is born. On this longest night of winter, In the bleakest hour of our souls, We devote this sacrifice in honor of our rebirth. Our lady of darkness, Maiden, Mother and Crone, Bless us with our desires, For we have sown our seed in the darkness of the Earth. As the blessed dawn emerges And the great fire sets light upon the shadow. We praise the Wheel of the Year. For from death, comes life. And with life comes sacrifice. From sacrifice comes our sorrow. And ever turns the Wheel over and over.