Blessed Solstice

This is the poem I read every Summer Solstice. And I should probably read it when I’m down and depressed and throughout the winter, because it’s life-affirming in so many ways. You don’t need to see the sun to feel its power. I forget that a lot. Not because I don’t know that it’s there, just that the sensation of sunlight on skin is such a physical presence that when it’s overcast my psyche feels cloudy, too. My subconscious just needs a gentle reminder of the sun’s energy now and again.

Hail to Sunna
– by Kvedulf Gundarsson, from Teutonic Magic

Sunrise:
Hail to Sunna / shining in rising
Hail the burning / bringer of day.
Dawn-breaking light / is life of the earth.
Whirls the sun-wheel ever onwards.
Hail to thee in the dawn!

Midday:
Hail to Sunna / shining in brightness
Hail in holy / heavens of day
Mid-day light shining / is life of the earth.
Whirls the sun-wheel ever onwards
Hail to thee in the day!

Sunset:
Hail to Sunna / shining in setting
Hail in darkening / death of the day
Evening’s red light / blood and fire of life.
Whirls the sun-wheel ever onwards
Hail to thee in the evening!

Midnight:
Hail to Sunna / shining in darkness
Hail to thee / in night’s blackest hour
Shroud of dark water / and earth hides thy shining
Whirls the sun-wheel ever onwards,
Hail to thee in the night!

(The virgules [known colloquially as ‘forward slashes’] indicate a larger space separating the halves of each phrase in the first three lines of each stanza. I can’t get my formatting to reflect spaces properly. You’ll just have to imagine them to obtain the proper effect.)

2 thoughts on “Blessed Solstice

  1. Owldaughter Post author

    The first year I read it was the last time we did summer solstice sunrise together, which must have been, er, fiveish years ago now. Wow. That was the same year the park guard came up and asked us what we had in the Thermos, and looked at us oddly when we told him it was juice!

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