An Imbolc poem I pulled out of the archives.
(Image description: A field of dandelions. One dandelion stands slightly taller than the others and is white and puffy. In the distance, there are some trees, rolling hills, and an overcast sky.) Credit: Photo by Elijah Hiett on Unsplash
Imbolc is roughly a couple weeks away, and its approach is coming sooner than I’ve realized. I’ve finished the Brighid’s mantle and a Brighid’s cross I plan to give to the recipient. I’m very happy with the way they’ve turned out, and I will take some photos of them for you all to see around Imbolc.
I decided to pull a journal poem I had written to Brighid during Imbolc 2016 and share it here, with some small modifications for clarity purposes. It contains a series of epithets that felt appropriate for Her. Some of them are traditional, while others are my own creation. Some of them reflect old beliefs and current ones.
Epithet Poem
On Your day of fire,
I whisper Your many names
Exalted,
Fiery Arrow,
Shining Lady,
Wordsmith,
Starsmith,
Divine Spark,
First Snowdrop,
Foster-mother,
Confidant,
Soul Friend,
Beating of my heart,
The ring of a sacred hammer,
She of the Sunrise,
Celestial Queen,
Lady of Stars,
The Sower of the Tree of Life,
Primal One,
Daughter of an Dagda,
Woman of Weaving,
Woman of Keening,
Comforter of Many,
The Heart of the Hearth,
Healer,
Flame of Inspiration,
Bringer of Passion and Peace,
Mother of the Land,
Flower Maiden,
Honey-tongued,
Silver-tongued,
Great Woman,
Gentle Speaker,
Fire of Eternity,
Radiant Dandelion,
Your names could go on forever.
I only know a small part of who You are,
but I know You are here and everywhere.
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