HAPPY IMBOLG
An Ode to Brigid
Buried in snow the blessed seed
The promise of future lay resting
Waiting the time of growth to be
when birds return to nesting
Come by sweet Brigid rest ye here
Be warmed beside our fire
Bless those who precious we hold dear
All stress and ills retire
Protect and keep us through these days
From the ignorant and heartless shroud us
Your cherished heart within us stays
Your clear pathways always lead us.
We lift a cup of beer to thee
and thank you for its slaking
We blind may see though in darkness be
Your gracious spirit in us waking.
- Berta Morgan
