Imbolc Prayer

Imbolc Prayer

As the snowdrops rise from the frozen earth
And the snow falls from the steely leaden sky
The waxing sun rises o'er the eastern snowy hills
Casting light onto a new day.
As we sit by the warming hearth
Contemplating the ancient fires of Brigit
The rising sun and the sacred flame become as one
And the Fiery Goddess of the dawn
Reaches out and touches each of us
Warming, loving, healing,
Her solar rays reaching out
Spreading across the earth
Seeking all who need the ancient
Sanctity of Her healing rays from
Deep within Her ancient well and
The sacred oak ringed spring by the eternal flame
Which lights the way to
The earth's stirring womb of creation.
Be at our side Brigit
Guide us and show us your holy light and
Lead us to your sacred sanctuary
Where we can safely and quietly contemplate
Life's strangely weaving mysteries.

Blencathra

Blencathra

Within the realm
Of lofty mountains
In the highlands of
England's romantic north
Sits the seat of kings
And deities
Soaring high above
The valleys, tarns and stones.
Linked by astronomy and
Topography to standing stones
And circular temples
The altar of gods
The seat of angels
The throne of the setting sun
The heart of the northern fells
This mountain range compressed -
Oh Blencathra!
My restful hilltop chair
Stoney cushion of the elder race
Gateway holy mountain
Hidden dimensions
To land and sky.
Abode of the fae
Amid the clouds and vapours
Of the lakeland scene
Gesturing, attracting, summoning,
The faithful attention
Of the passing travellers
Shepherds and ghostly miners
The heart of the scene
The end of the secretive journey.

The Revelation of Cernunnos

The Revelation of Cernunnos
He stands in the clearing
Standing proud
The Great God Cometh
Erectly endowed.

His great horns arise
As he looks at me
Black eyes piercing
With lustful glee.
Muscular muskiness
Penetrates round
Beneath the burning stars
Brilliant, dazzling, profound.
Arise Oh Lord
Come unto thee
In the greenwood forest
Aside the hard gnarled Oak tree.
Where ancient rites
Once performed so sensual
The Stag-God PriestsInvoking Pan-sexual.
His primeval cry
Echoes throughout the night
He has left me feeling
Full of earthly delight.
Stag-God of the Wild Wood
Come into me
My benediction within
Your secret sanctuary.

2010

2010

The full moon hangs low and large
Shining, lustrous through the bare winter branches
Late December's
Blue moon of destiny lingers
Causing much stirring from deep within
The voluminous saturated white dazzling orb
The dark silhouetted serpentine woodland limbs
Starkly still against the cool January night
Frosty underfoot penetrating
The land, frozen and hawkish
The glistening icy moonlight
Cool and clear amid the
Arcane rolling hills and
The flowing, brash torrent of the
Misty secretive river
Far below in the cleft of the steep valley.
Snow falls
Quickly and easily carpeting white
Creating a beautifully eerie moonscape,
As the clouds clear to reveal
The face of Isis
Her light dazzling as it reflects
On the sparkling diamond-like
White icy snow
The mood is still, cold and calm
We prophesise, meditate and contemplate
Amid the glowing lunar snow scape
Beneath the twinkling stars
Opulent, shining, burning
Within the bewildering remoteness of the
Spectacular remarkable Universe