Friend of mine just sent me this poem:
(to be said at the front door of your home this eve)
Grandmother Wisdom, open the door,
Grandfather counsel, come you in.
Let there be welcome to the ancient lore,
Let there be welcome to the Winter of the Year.
In cold and darkness you are traveling,
Under crystal skies you will arrive.
May the blessed time of Samhain
Clarify the soul of all beings,
Bringing joy and wisdom to revelation.
From the depths to the heights,
From the heights to the depths,
In the cave of every soul.
~ Caitlyn Matthews