SPIRIT OF IMBOLC

I am Spring's infant heartbeat echoing

through Winter's retreating steps.

I am the Great Fire's secret gaze upon

His awakening Love,

the first flush of warmth in

His deepening Gold.

I am the rebirth of Creation's yearning, 

of hope's sublime scent

swaddling somnolent snowdrops. 

I am the Great Mother's smile

gliding upon the Season's golden wing,

anon to alight as a blossom 

upon Brighid's crown.

I am the thrum of Her spinning wheel,

the first green length wound

upon Her spindle.

I am the spark that flies upon Her arrow,

telling wordless tales

of the unnameable, stirring your wonder

anew, that you may meet

Nature with devotion in your heart and

gratitude upon your lips.

I am the light that disquiets every kernel,

invoking transformation and growing.

I am the peace that calms your questing,

questioning mind, bidding you tread

to the Great Wheel's rhythm.

I am the sacred Moment that enfolds all

who breathe in accord with Life.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: EARTH MOTHER

Source: www.liveinternet.ru

Artist: Edward Burne-Jones