Waiting For Yule
Snow gently falls through the night,
Rich, pure and deep,
it covers the bear branches,
crisping every last solitary Mabon leaf.
As Her icy blanket drapes lovingly across the land.
We wait…
The dream of Spring glows within us,
stirring in our hearts.
The gentle chimes of Hope ring in Our words and blessings.
Our candles flicker in the heavy darkness,
We wait…
Wrapped in our faith,
surrounded by the bonds of love,
family, friends, near and far.
Our altars and hearths, brimming with evergreen,
We wait…
The Yule Moon,
Magnificent in the black beyond,
whispers of the coming Light.
In Our silent moments of contemplation,
We wait…
The World around us, bustling with preparations, stress, chaos, war and loneliness…
We, The Watchers…look on…
waiting for the turning of the Wheel.
In anticipation, we long to reach out to the coming Spring, smile and say…
“You are most welcome in our hearts and homes, Good Friend!”
Till then…
We wait and watch the snow gently falling beyond the window pane….
© Hellen Davis
Witches Of The Craft® 