The Cycle of the Seasons staring at Yule
From out of the darkness the light does appear. As it starts on the path to make our life clear. The dark of the night is losing its strength, As the light of the day increases in length. The face of the land is wiping its eyes, As the season of winter says its goodbyes. And the wheel of the year begins its slow turn, Controlled by the hunter, that some will call Herne. And Herne is just one of the faces of He, Sent to us here from the one who is She. The seeds of creation have taken their place, In the hearts and the minds of all throughout space. The season is changing as spring does appear, As the darkness of winter has shed its last tear. The life in the soil will push its way through, While animals think about mating anew. The spin of the wheel is gaining in speed, As the life in the soil awakens from seed. And while Pan gently plays. Through the nights and the days. We'll follow His lead, O Pan, Great Pan! The returning light is brightening my ...