Invocation for Brigid

"Once again the Goddess arises from her slumber to
Walk abroad on the face of the Earth. Close your eyes and see
Her with me now.
Far away, across the Irish sea, She stirs in her sleep,
wakens, stretching and yawning, and rises to begin Her
journey. She walks through still frozen woods, and as She passes,
She brings the first stirrings of life to tender buds buried
beneath the snow.

She passes…and as She passes, the small burrowing creatures
rouse themselves, to behold her with eyes still heavy with sleep.

She passes…and as She passes, the groundhog senses Her
presence in his dreams. And he wakes, climbing from his
burrow for one brief hour, and as She passes, the groundhog
sees her shadow.

She passes…and as She passes, buds and wondering creatures
and groundhog all hear Her voice as wind in the barren
branches of the trees. And She whispers a promise that
Spring will come again. Not yet, not now, but soon, soon…

She passes…and as She passes, She walks over mountains
and hills, through the land that is her home.
And Her steps lengthen and She walks over the waters of the ocean
and through the deserts, and still She is home, for the Earth
itself is Her home, the very planet is Her domain.

And She passes…and She rouses our slumbering hearts
with Her passing, with Her voice murmuring in the wind.
Soon…soon…

And now She is here with us, She passes by us now,
nudging us from our winter dreams. Let’s invite Her to
linger awhile with us, to pause in Her journey and join our
circle, by lighting a sacred fire. In Her homeland, in Kildare,
Her priestesses kept a sacred fire burning at all times on the
hearth of Her temple. Let us now relight that holy flame,
rekindle the fires of Kildare. Let us gaze into the flames and
see the face of Brigid." ---Anonymous

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