St. Brigid’s Day Prayer
Here we lay our winter’s sorrow
for the dark eye
and from the source of the healer
we find the milk of the white cow at Imbolc.
The sheep are on the hill
and it is bitterly cold
yet basking in new lamb’s light
Meath rises from genuflection.
Listening to the land and the season
she becomes deified. We pay homage
and show appreciation for the return
of what we love.
we do not take for granted
the mother’s blessing;
the maturing and coming to fruition
of the afterlife sown,
time and again,
by the waterwheel of the river
and the miller’s trickling hands.
When the wailing rain
bring us to ruin
I name you, I pronounce you
and call you into existence
asking she who is intrinsically one
that we would have the strength
and direction of one hundred
hurtling birds in a storm.
Queen of February come to us
now that we are leaving
the season of death behind,
fill our branches once again.
In the great stirring of bulbs and animals;
snowdrops, daffodils and primroses,
foxes, badgers and hares, all call your name –
O Goddess, O holy woman!