Imbolc – A Poem of Springtime

The dark half divided

Eyes focusing on the light

That which is trapped awaits

Spring cleaning

Winter passing

The great Wheel turns

Spring on the horizon

Renewal and rebirth awaits

Triple Goddess

Bidding the Crone farewell

Welcoming the Maiden

The infant Sun God

Suckles as a child

Grows strong from candles

Each window

In every home

We, the faithful gather

Paying respects to the Goddess

Brigid of the Celts

She who inspires,

She who protects

Healers and Medicine Women

Blacksmiths at their forges

Artists and Designers

And the humble Poets

Huzzah!

The sacred flame tended

Opening doors long shut

The besom sweeps away

Opening space to the light

While the snows recede

Exposing once again,

Rich soil, emerging shoots and buds

Life in its infancy

Purify yourself

Dedicate and reflect

Open your hearts

Welcome the light

In the Pagan world, Imbolc (IM-bolk or EM-boluk) is one of the four Gaelic seasonal festivals—along with Beltane, Lughnasadh, and Samhain.

Imbolc falls halfway between the Winter solstice and Spring Equinox and honors the Goddess Brigid, the Celtic Goddess of Fire, Poetry, Healing, Smithcraft, and Childbirth. It is a time to let go of the past and look towards the future. A time of cleansing, purification, and wish-making. Life has an insatiable appetite for rebirth and the longer days bring a renewed feeling of hope to all who embrace it.

Imbolc Ritual