Solstice is not a time when the sun stands still But rather a season when the sun stands aside That we may better know the mysteries of deep night In darkness just before deep Light returns
Out in the cold, and warmly wrapped in hope We pray the O antiphons as we scan the sky For the prophetic Star we long to see The Star that guides us in our wanderings
Solstice is that season when the sun stands aside So that eternal Dawn may then abide