Nature is my Religion.
Nature is my Religion
Birdsong are my hymns
Groves of trees and meadow lands
My deities within.
I worship at the dawn
The chorus sings out loud
I kneel down by the riverbank
My Sacred Altar flows by proud.
Spring Equinox Meditation
As the light finally
Catches its twin faced dark
A brief truce is called
As the balance of opposites
Merge and entwine.
As new life emerges
From the cold dark earth
And the egg of creativity
Breaks at the crack of dawn
The leaping hare dance.
As the rain and wind swirls
Around the budding branches
The sunset approaches, and equinoctial
Balance allows the suns rays
To burst through the bank of grey cloud.
The illuminating rays of the equinox sun
Allows us to grow and
Dance in the joyous web of creation
Bathing in the light of the Equinox Sun
Shining beyond the solitary ancient Oak.
Catches its twin faced dark
A brief truce is called
As the balance of opposites
Merge and entwine.
As new life emerges
From the cold dark earth
And the egg of creativity
Breaks at the crack of dawn
The leaping hare dance.
As the rain and wind swirls
Around the budding branches
The sunset approaches, and equinoctial
Balance allows the suns rays
To burst through the bank of grey cloud.
The illuminating rays of the equinox sun
Allows us to grow and
Dance in the joyous web of creation
Bathing in the light of the Equinox Sun
Shining beyond the solitary ancient Oak.
Above: The "tinners rabbits" an ancient spring-time fertility symbol
depicting three Hares often found in West Country churches
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.
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.
