Candlemas Poem

Yes, well, it customary for some Witches and Celtic Pagans to use the term “Imbolc” when referring to the mid-winter Sabbat between Yule and Spring Equinox. The term, which most people really don’t know how to pronounce, is believed to be loosely translated to mean “ewe’s milk”, something not too common in northern Idaho. (Cow-elk milk, on the other hand, is not too far off.) I say, bring on the feta!

 

But “Candlemas” I can relate to, even if the custom was usurped by “The Church”… what the heck, it usurped all the other holidays, and Pagans still celebrate Yule at Christmas…

 

Yes, Candlemas, the blessing of light, the holy-day of St. Brigit, mid-wife to Mother Mary… the centuries-long flame burning at the holy site of Kildare… the recognition and celebration of the Goddess Brid/Brigid in all her glory… Goddess of smithcraft (fire), healing (water) and poetry (air)…

 

Let me share with you the following poem (earth) inspired by this time of year.

 

 

Gathering

 

With mortar and pestle we grind resin

with lavender

     rosemary

     and the peel of oranges

a thoughtful steady motion

channels open as aroma sifts through fingers

 

We burn candles dipped by hand

witness clarity in the dancing flame

and close our eyes to see stars on our belt

 

Incense smoke to purify

we meditate and meet

we are the circle that surrounds us

 

Inside

She greets us with open hands

     scented loaves

     and  runes

She teaches us with what we seek

and touches us with knowing

Doreen Shababy 

1988

 

 

Goddess Bless!