IMBOLC In her belly, within her sacred womb The first stirrings of Spring be with us soon Our Ancient God has entered his seed, ready to grow Deep in Mother Earth, deep below In the centre our Goddess stands Coiling, spiralling, we all link hands Our dances, vows and chants we sing Raising the Serpent this Celtic Spring The dark is leaving now its passed Growth and light be with us fast From the fire, from the Hearth Now is the time for Goddess rebirth. So Mote it Be! XXX © Ophidia Kalendae
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 16:55:27 +0000