Welcome first flower of spring, first flower of hope
As the little crocus thrusts her leaves through the snow,
May I awaken from the deep slumber of introspection
And jump into the actions and work of Love and fertility
As the old stories are told, in the storehouse of lore,
Brighid as crone shed the wraps of death to become
Brighid the maiden, the deliverer of life
And brings forth the milk of life and seeds of abundance
And delivers the Sun, Aengus Og bringer of fruitfulness
And Dream Aengus blesses the seeds of dreams.
May our Brideo’gas and Brighid crosses
Bring protection, hospitality and prosperity to our door.
May we sweep out old cares to make room for growth and blessings.
May Blaze’s candle renew my hope for the rebirth of the Sun
For prosperity and help in our growth and dreams
That plough the field of my heart
To make way for a renewal of heart and spirit
May the hope of the Son fertilize and germinate
The seeds of Love that we have planted for the world
May the cross of Bride be a symbol of my faith
And light a bonfire within my Soul.
At Candlemass may I rejoice at the return of the Son
May we rejoice in the newborn Son of Mary of the Gael
May we celebrate the Maiden Brighid
Patroness of poetry, healing, and smithcraft.
May the sacred flame of the forge burn within my heart,
Stirring me to action
May the fire blaze like a huge bonfire of inspiration
And illumination of the holy work to be done within my Heart.
May our faith be renewed like a hundred thousand candles in the seat of the Soul.
By Tim Mather