Beneath the cold and snowy ground
Lies the promise of new life found
As Imbolc awakens Brigid’s flame
And melts away the winter’s shame
The days grow longer, the light returns
And hope for spring in our hearts yearns
As candles are lit and fires blaze
We honor the goddess in ancient ways
The goddess of poetry, healing, and craft
Guides us through the winter’s draft
As we cleanse and purify our souls
We prepare for the new life that unfolds
Imbolc, the festival of the first stirrings
Reminds us that spring is always nearing
And though the snow may still fall
We know that spring will come to us all.
2023 – Magical Hearth
MAGICAL HEARTH 