Imbolc - Waylander

Lazy northern wind, it bites

Almost cutting you in two

Howling winter winds torment

Darkest times are almost spent

Days of promise, landscape bright

Evening lighter, shorter nights

Subtle hints of days to come

Shining sun, rain and snow

It’s time to plant our wishes

And watch them as they grown

Brighid, goddess of the land

Patroness of poetry and bards

Inspire us, both in word and in deed

Heal us, now that winter fades away

The lambs are born in icy fields

Count your blessings, count the yield

Omens for what the future holds

Grow in strength of sacred sun

I see faces in the flames

Ever moving in the haze

Purify the land

With cleansing fire

The fire of spirit shines through her eyes

Her inner fire touches the sun

Inspiration, see and guide

Lead us through the sacred spiral