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~ At Imbolc ~

It is the year’s greening time,

when snowdrops raise their whitened heads,

for candlemass, church bells will chime,

while time is pulled on springtime’s threads.

Holy wells are decorated,

with flowers, leaves and ribbons bright,

the return of spring is celebrated,

with buds and catkins now in sight.

At the hearthside, formed with rushes,

Bridey’s bed has now been made,

gently woven with loving touches,

to welcome in the holy maid.

Clad in white, with arching swans wings,

she brings with her the lightening shawl,

at the anvil where her heart sings,

the land rises up from beneath the pall,

of the Cailleach, now retreating,

to the mountains and her rest;

in the meadows lambs are bleating,

brought forth at sweet Bride’s behest.

Take the healing of the Ewe’s milk,

like sap formed strong within the birch,

bless the candles in the bright brink,

of holy well or sacred church.

Within the bright eyed cross of Bridey,

shines the hope for all the year,

so be merry! Share good tidings,

of the gladdening, greening earthly sphere.

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At Imbolc © Alison Jones 2006

~ A Song for Brigid ~

Goddess of Poetry

Goddess of Fire

Daughter of Dagda

We sing!

Without tire, you rise

rise

with each blessed February

rise

to rekindle our fires

remembering

spring

Oh, sweet bride

full of hope

full of dreams

we believe

we plant our seeds

this eve

may you fair Brigid

ever tend them

with your loving eye

out with the old, in with the new

maiden goddess

we welcome you

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A Song for Brigid - by Gwendolyn James 2006