The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper

• And 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, reveling.
• 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 now so do we, here, now,
• This year and every year.
• Welcome, Yule!

My Absence

Dear readers,

The last couple of months have not been pleasant for me.  I had some medical issues crop up that waylaid me and I'm only now beginning to feel even remotely normal.  

That said, I'm hoping to return to the world of Lux Tenebrous soon.

Actually, I'm hoping to return to any kind of writing soon.

Until then, thank you for your forebearance.