“Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems” – Rainer Maria Rilke
Imbolc
I am the dream of awakening.
I am the returning of the light.
I am the tough green shoot pushing up through the pavestones, I am the first kiss of sunlight on the unfurling petals of the snowdrop. I am the wind which whispers the gentle pull of home to the migratory bird.
I am the drop of ice melting on the mountainside with its great dream of the ocean.
I am the sap rising in the blossom tree just before it reveals its sticky buds to the sky; I am the riotous celebration humming away beneath the earth’s mantle of frozen sleep.
I am the rousing of the bee from its winter slumber, and the soft pad of the mother-wolf’s paw on the snow as she prepares to birth her pups.
I am hope, potential, rebirth and promise. I am the kindling breath which transforms the flicker of inspiration in your creative core into a blazing torch.
Give me the silent crescent moon rising over the sea and I will build you a bridge of silver light so you can walk up and lie in it.
Give me the frost-hardened wilderness and I will breathe radiant green life over it.
Give me the healer, the writer, the craftsperson and the storyteller, and I will replenish her essence and make her new again.
I am Brigid, Bast, Inanna and Hestia. I am the fierce protectress of the sacred fire.
Tonight I bestow my gifts of power and courage at the hearth of your soul: power to step out of the shadows of self-doubt and negativity which have held you in darkness for too long, power to shed all that which no longer serves you, and courage to clear your heart and mind for the dawn that awaits you.
I am the time to honor your unique gifts for their true worth and to protect and nurture your creative self as you would a child. I am the deep longing of the spirit which refuses to be consumed by a narrative of fear and chooses instead to place itself vivaciously on the side of love.
I am the stirring in your belly which knows exactly what you are capable of — and that it’s time the world found out.
I am the fire within which will not be contained any longer.
I am the quickening, I am the serpent uncoiling, I am Imbolc.
I am the dream of awakening.
Originally published on Rebelle Society at http://www.rebellesociety.com/2015/01/30/i-am-imbolc-the-dream-of-awakening/
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I love this SO much. I searched for an Imbolc poem on google and found this. Absolutely beautiful. Would you mind if I shared this on my blog giving you credit and linking your blog?
Thank you for this lovely comment and apologies for not getting back sooner! Yes of course you can share the poem if it’s not too late ( as it happens lunar Imbolc is on the new moon tomorrow). Thanks again for reading 🙂
Wow! Really? How do you figure that out? I was under the impression that it was on the 3rd this year, but I just looked it up online lol. Thank you so much for letting me share this! You’re a great poet.
Thank you so much! You’re right, Imbolc falls on the 1st, 2nd or 3rd February, and Lunar Imbolc is the first new moon which falls after that date. Thanks again for reading and getting in touch 🙂
Caroline, I have just come across your beautiful poem and it literally moved me to tears. Would you allow me to use it in an Imbolc gathering I am hosting (with credit, of course!)? Blessings x
Hi Joss! Thanks so much, and sorry for the late response. Yes, of course I would be honoured should you choose to use my poem at your Imbolc gathering. Warm wishes. Caroline x