Wednesday, October 31, 2007


Upon Each Samhain

I miss you most upon each Samhain

When the boundary turns to sheer

I wait until the veil is parted

At the ending of the year.

Sweet spirit, as you walk among us

At the tolling of this eve

I see your face beyond the sunset

And hear your voice upon the breeze.

In the glowing of the candle,

From the shadow on the wall

I watch for you in every movement

And hear your footsteps in the hall.

Can you sit and spend the evening

As the portal opens wide?

Ancestral dead, I bid you welcome

Most recent dead, I pray, abide.

When you come I sense your presence

I put my hand out in the air

A moment, then, we stand united

Palm to palm while waiting there.

I miss you most upon each Samhain

When the boundary turns to sheer

We share these hours until the dawning

Then bid farewell until next year.

1988 David O. Norris

*note* I found this on the Internet, I do not know if it has a copyright on it or not. If for some reason I am not suppose to reprint this poem please let me know and I will remove it ASAP. I thought it was really pretty and wanted to share it. The photos are my Samhain Ancestor Altar for this year. The photos consist of my dad, my grandparents and greatgrandparents. Blessed Samhain everyone


Blogger PEA said...

Happy Halloween dear Autumn:-) That is indeed a great poem! I so loved the pictures of your grandson in the pumpkin patch....too cute!! xox

October 31, 2007 at 9:38 AM  
Blogger *~*Cece*~* said...

I totally thought of you this morning. Happy Halloween

October 31, 2007 at 1:50 PM  
Blogger Julie Marie said...

Only by reading you and other bloggers have I learned how important a date Samhain is for honoring our ancestors and dearly departed. I pledge to do that every year from now on. It is a wonderful poem - I plan to copy it.

I so enjoyed all your Halloween blogs.


November 1, 2007 at 1:35 PM  
Anonymous motherwintermoon said...

I loVe this poem! It brought tears to my eyes. Thank for posting it and sharing the photo of your ancestor altar. Samhainn is replete with beautiful traditions.

November 1, 2007 at 7:59 PM  
Blogger R.E. said...

What lovely sentiment! Tonight, I was missing my Mom so much -- I think Samhain stirred up bunches of emotions. Reading this was lovely. Thanks. :)

November 1, 2007 at 10:01 PM  

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