It’s the Winter Solstice
today—the longest night and shortest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere.
Humans have been marking the turning back of night around this time for
millennia—celebrating the resurgence of light and hope over darkness and
despair. Because no matter how black and cold it might seem at this moment,
they know that the seasons will revolve; spring will follow winter; there is
life beneath the frosted landscape.
The English poet
Christina Rossetti wrote “In the Bleak Midwinter” in 1872, although it wasn’t
published until 1904. A couple of years later it was set to music by Gustav
Holst and became the carol we now know.
The imagery of the first
stanza just makes you shiver—earth hard as iron; moaning, frosty wind; water
like stone; snow piled deep on itself. It’s a frozen world, an absolutely
perfect description of the Winter Solstice. As Rossetti goes on to describe the
mother and child, the stable beasts and the angels, you can just about see
their breaths billowing misty into the night air.
It seems appropriate for
today, and here’s one of my favorite a capella groups, Chanticleer, singing it.
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