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Brighid Rising

(a song/chant for Imbolc)

O Great Mother, hear our prayer
That after darkness, light may come.
From a thousand ages, still our prayer
That after winter, spring may come.

These weary weeks since Samhaine past,
The Holly King in his hollow hall
Has kept these northern lands in thrall,
His iron gauntlet grips us fast.
Gentle Mother, this we pray
That out of night shall come the day.

Through dreary dark and clinging cold
The Oak King sleeps in his silent glade,
Dreaming of birdsong in the shade
Where he his Beltaine love will hold.
Gentle Mother, this we sing
Bring us safe into the Spring.

As white as lace, as light as air,
Through tangled press of root and clay,
Brighid rises up into the day,
Crowned with snowdrops in her hair.
Gentle Mother, from the night,
Lead us safe into the light.

Flower of hope, white Queen of Spring,
One falling snowflake from the storm
The Angel's gentle breath transformed,
Your beauty shakes the Winter King.
This in earnest, Eve, to thee,
That sun and summer soon shall be.

Gentle Mother, this our prayer,
Deliver us from cold and care.
Gentle Mother set us free
That sun and summer soon shall be.

O Great Mother, hear our prayer
That after darkness, light may come.
From a thousand ages, still our prayer
That after winter, spring shall come.

DJR

For Imbolc, February 2014

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