February 11, 2009
Incantation for Candlemas
O light, your weightless streams reflex through prisms.
Come light, mix with your daughters, water and earth,
reach into the mouth of the soil & pull up the flaxen hair of spring.
Sweet light, recommence! Shine upon your dark sister.
Wake the sleeping seeds of blossoms! Move stones to trees of fruit!
The earth wants moisture. Make yourself a cloak of rain!
That dark girl awaits her playmate - come light; make merry with the night!
Fleet-footed morning bringer, levitate spring, for all living things!
Seep through the numbing wind, we ask your nimble spirit in.
Fiery Light, blaze the furnace of the sun, forge the blade of spring.
Surround our heads: a nimbus. Enter our minds to enlighten us.
Stream our veins. Elevate our spirits! Be with us.
Oh radiant one. Light! Come!