You may wonder if our Halloween Series has continued past Halloween — but in pedantic fact,* the calendar date referred to in this poem’s title is November 2nd. Halloween has no particular religious element for most these days in the US, but originally it was All-Saints’ Day Eve (saints=hallowed people), the day before that observation.
That Halloween was for spooky, eerie, and likely non-Christian things was kind of a “get that all out of your system before the day for all saints comes around” proposition. So, if All-Saints’ day is on November 1st, what is this next-up All Souls’ Day? It’s a day for all the dead souls who aren’t saints — that is to say, for most of us. The ubiquitousness of the total of all those who’ve ever lived, minus those few that were saints, is a likely cause for this holiday to fall into obscurity. It’s the Participation Medal of the holy calendar.
Similarly, the author of today’s text, Hortense Flexner, is not a famous poet, though she spent her entire life working in the field of literature and education. For some reason, probably the effectiveness of the poem and its continued relevance, this single poem out of her life has survived her to be passed around the Internet and in publications as a Halloween poem.** She subtitled it “1917” on publication, no doubt in reference to the suffering and casualties of WWI — but it’s since needed no dated subtitle. I’m risking little to suggest few read it now as a historical document of situations more than a century old.
Once more I present a chord sheet so that other singers can spread the singing of this.
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Today, to anyone her words reach in times of fresh suffering and a glass separation between those comfortable and those afflicted with new death, “All Souls’ Night” requires no further instructions from me. I’ll just say there’s an audio player gadget to hear it below, and if you don’t see that, I supply this highlighted link that will open a new window with an audio player in it.
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*I have family members who were Protestant ministers. I’ve had friends who had at least passing familiarity with the Catholic religious calendar — but I’m evidence in that I knew Halloween in its devout practices of costumes and candy, and vaguely its religious connection to All-Saint’s Day, but nothing at all about All Souls Day.
**Although this poem is the last in my Halloween Series this year to get a blog post, a previous post here presenting “All Souls’ Night” has gotten steady visits throughout the past few weeks.
Frank Hudson 