Samhain

Samhain

Oh Samhain, what have we done,

your meaning lost in our consumer fun.

With fancy dress and scary face painting,

in knocking doors and pumpkin scraping.

It's not a time for ghouls or creepy jesters,

now's the time to be remembering our ancestors.

Tonight the gates will open to the other worlds,

and through them, both our past and futures swirl.

We'll remember all the things that we've got done,

and we'll dream of the boundless possibilities yet to come.

We'll remember all those who've come before,

we'll place candles and lanterns by our doors.

They're not just there for decoration or to keep the spooks at bay,

their real purpose is to show our ancestors the way.

For tonight we'll feast, we'll dance and celebrate,

around roaring fires, our laughter and thanks will resonate.

Soon enough the gates will close,

and with them nature will enter winters repose.

With last harvest now safely gathered in,

it's time to say, let darknesses reign begin.

We'll hunker down and we'll snuggle in,

to dream our dreams as patiently we wait for Spring.

So enjoy your fun and larks, if that's your plan,

I'm just asking, remember how our ancient festivals began.

Happy Samhain y'all.