Samhain

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