Hello Magical Creatures,
This poem was recited and shared during the Imbolc gathering online with our Black Hat Society Charters and Affiliates.
Thank you to all of our attendees and contributors!
IMBOLC
There is a fire in my belly.
It churns and moves me to bend.
It undulates and inspires me - not in a groaning sense, but in a place of comfort.
A light returns to the sky - while we are witness to a dark passage.
A light returns to our hearts - while we are in contempt of our standing.
The light that we covet, has been inside of us for eons.
For the time before and the words before.
Even before there were words.
The goddess was never gone, but planning, posturing, and nurturing her womb.
Oh bright mother, symbol, song, and sonnet.
Creator of prose and poetry.
Inventor.
Inspirer.
You are the transfiguration of our doubts.
You are the blessing after the harsh cold begins to melt.
You remind us of our duality. Our grace.
There is a fire in my mind.
Where I see the world impacted by humility and compassion.
The returning sun - set high in the sky, illuminating the branches of our sorrow.
The shadow of the willow tree.
Revealing the growth under fallen leaves, of promise.
A place of safety and illumination.
There is fire and warmth here, and it returns to all of us should we choose to honor it.
Cherish it.
Accept it.
But we must also share it.
Weave it.
Nurture it.
Just like the goddess.
We plant seeds of our hopes and wishes at the beginning of the year.
We invoke requests and demands.
Yet she does not bend to any man or beast.
She brings creation.
She brings divinity.
We honor this day, and we impart her blessing of awareness and the craft.
To understand ourselves.
To understand our purpose.
To find our community.
To create our family.
Chosen or blood.
Living or dead.
Bright mother reminds us to honor those who came before and prepare the way for those who follow after.
I offer you peace and growth during this time.
To evolve and adapt to the changing flow of the seasons.
May the lengthening days and shortened nights bring you clarity and vision.
May your path be clear, and even if it isn’t, may you learn how to listen and to see with your mind, and see with your heart, what truly matters.
I only hope that this day is the spark of magic that brings shelter and safety for those in need.
May we be like the bright mother and offer help and assistance to those who are suffering.
May we be like the goddess and give our fellow man the chance be self sufficient.
May you be blessed by Brigid, Saint Brigitte, the goddess of home, and even the fucking groundhog.
I ask that Imbolc bless you all with loyalty, fidelity, and faithfulness.
Bright Blessings to you all on this holy day, and many blessings to all that you encounter.
By, Zachariah The Witch
-2021
LABHS