Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Happy Holidays

For friends of every faith tradition I share this song of the season. 

It's one of my favorites by one of my favorite Celtic singers Loreena McKennitt. 

Enjoy.  Peace...

White are the far-off plains, and white
 The fading forests grow;
 The wind dies out along the height,
 And denser still the snow,
 A gathering weight on roof and tree,
 Falls down scarce audibly.

The road before me smooths and fills
 Apace, and all about
 The fences dwindle, and the hills
 Are blotted slowly out;
 The naked trees loom spectrally
 Into the dim white sky.

The meadows and far-sheeted streams
 Lie still without a sound;
 Like some soft minister of dreams
 The snow-fall hoods me round;
 In wood and water, earth and air,
 A silence everywhere.

Save when at lonely intervals
 Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
 With rustling runners and sharp bells,
 Swings by me and is gone;
 Or from the empty waste I hear
 A sound remote and clear;

The barking of a dog, or call
 To cattle, sharply pealed,
 Borne echoing from some wayside stall
 Or barnyard far afield;

Then all is silent and the snow falls
 Settling soft and slow
 The evening deepens and the grey
 Folds closer earth and sky
 The world seems shrouded, far away.

Its noises sleep, and I secret as
 Yon buried streams plod dumbly on and dream.

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