The Goddess Brigit
(for Imbolc)
by Lady of the Shadows
She dances with the stars that twinkle in the Winter's night when snow still embraces the Earth with gentle caresses and tender kisses.
She sings with the Raven and the Bluebird who build nests in white-covered branches because they will soon have families of their own to shelter and feed.
She cradles a lamb in her loving arms as he takes his first breath in a bed of straw on a farm down the road.
She tends to the fire on the hearth that brings warmth when it is too cold to go outside and the snow still falls from the heavens above.
She returns the light of the day to her children who have walked a path of darkness as Winter,
with out-stretched arms,
touches everything.
She writes with the poet whose words of inspiration fill the heart and sometimes even reach the soul of his reader.
She blesses the seeds of flowers beneath the frozen soil before they awaken and grow and bloom into tulips and daffodils.
She is a nurse to the sick,
she is a midwife to those in labor,
she is a warrior for the weak,
she is the Bright One,
spear and arrow,
she is the hand of the blacksmith,
she is the words that we speak,
she is hope when there is none,
she is subtle changes in the wind,
she is the light in the tunnel,
she is the sun waking up,
she is the flame that burns forever,
and -
without realizing she is there -
she is the first signs of spring we cannot feel in the air.
(c) Kelli Sposato, 2003
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