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Dear Readers of Country Squire Magazine, Hallowe’en is upon us, and the countryside has settled into that strange, expectant hush that comes at the very end of October. The clocks have gone back, most of the leaves have fallen, and the evenings draw in early now. This is the night when the year turns from autumn to winter, the night when—as our ancestors believed—the veil between this world and the next grows thin. It is a night of contradictions—of mischief and solemnity, of fear and fellowship, of carved lanterns and quiet graves. The old customs live on in our villages: the turnip lantern on the gatepost, the apple bobbing in the scullery, the stories told around the fire of ghosts and ghouls and things that go bump in the night. And behind it all, older than the costumes and the sweets, is a simple and ancient truth: that the darkness is real, but it does not have the final word.
So today, a short prayer for Hallowe’en—for the turning of the year, for the memory of those who have gone before, and for the light that shines in the darknesss.
Dear Lord,
We thank You for this turning of the year. For the last of the leaves and the first of the frosts. For the clocks that have gone back and the evenings that draw in. For the chill in the air and the woodsmoke on the wind. The year is turning, Lord, and we turn with it. Give us grace to welcome what is coming.
We thank You for the light that shines in the darkness. For the candle in the turnip lantern and the fire on the hearth. For the lamp in the window and the star in the sky. Let these small lights remind us that the dark is not the end. That even in the deepest night, Your light is with us.
We pray for those who have gone before us. For the family and friends who have passed from this world to the next. For the ones we remember with love and the ones we remember with sorrow. We thank You for their lives and for the mark they left on ours. Hold them in Your peace, Lord. And hold us, too, until we meet again.
We pray for the lonely and the grieving on this night. For the ones who will sit alone while others celebrate. For the ones for whom this season brings back painful memories. For the ones who feel the cold in their bones and the ache in their hearts. Be with them, Lord. Send them warmth and comfort and the knowledge that they are not forgotten.
We pray for the children who will go out into the dark tonight. For the little ones in their costumes, excited and a little afraid. For the older ones testing the boundaries of their courage. Keep them safe, Lord. Keep them warm. And let them know that the darkness is nothing to fear, for You are with them always.
We pray for the creatures of field and wood who face the coming winter. For the hedgehog curled in its nest and the owl on the bare branch. For the deer in the leafless woods and the fox on the frosted field. Let them find shelter and sustenance in the months ahead. And let us remember to care for them—to put out food and water, to leave a corner of the garden wild, to make room for the wild things in our lives.
We pray for our own hearts, which so often fear what we do not understand. For the superstitions that linger and the anxieties that keep us awake. For the ghosts of our own past that haunt us. Give us courage, Lord. Give us faith. And let us remember that perfect love casts out fear.
We thank You for the lessons of this season. For the reminder that nothing lasts forever—not the summer, not the harvest, not even our own lives. For the teaching that letting go is not loss, but release. For the wisdom that there is beauty even in decay, and that death is not the end, but the beginning of something new. Help us to embrace these lessons, Lord. Help us to let go of what we cannot keep, and to trust in Your promise of renewal.
We pray for the church in this season. For the quiet evenings and the longer nights. For the prayers said in the gathering dark. For the hope that burns in the heart of winter. Let this be a time of reflection and renewal for us all. Let us draw closer to You as the nights draw in.
And finally, Lord, we thank You for the promise of spring. For the bulbs that lie sleeping in the earth. For the buds that wait on the bare branches. For the knowledge that the winter will pass and the world will wake again. Hallowe’en is not an ending. It is a preparation. And we trust in Your goodness, and in the turning of the year.
Bless this night, Lord. Bless the living and the dead. Bless the ones who wait and the ones who watch. And bless us, as we walk through the darkness, with Your light to guide us.
Amen.
God Bless You All
Photograph: Kilpeck Church, Herefordshire