Sunday, January 31, 2010


IMBOLC

So the skies rumbled and the snows came,
And everywhere down through the centuries of this gray night,
Came women gathering to pray,
And to sink their hands into the dark earth.

They gathered seeds and prepared them for planting,
They meditated in the icy darkness,
And they celebrated the lambing of the first ewe,
To hasten spring.

And when through the earth they felt the stirring,
They sang songs encouraging the tiny seeds to grow.

In the dark, wet soil you can smell their work still;
They are digging along beside us. Listen!

The north wind carries their song across the snow,
This Imbolc night.

As the Earth prepares for Spring,
Wise women gather in circles to await the promise of new life,
And to sing praises for the green earth.

And so do we, here now,
This year, and every year.

Welcome Imbolc!

Poem found here


4 comments:

鞋子的 said...

Constant dripping wears away the stone. 滴水穿石!加油!.........................

BrettGBoland said...

想要推動天下,先要發動自己。.........................

Greenconsciousness said...

Beautiful - I felt chills when I read it.

Sia said...

Lovely,

I like the blending of image and poem.