To others she is Bride
This Maiden of Imbolk
Goddess of the fire side
A poet to the Bards
Inspiration of spring's dawn
Helping the little lambs
Which are starting to be born
Lighting the world as she turns
Bringing the water that plants yearn
Healing hurts and stopping pain
Plants reaching up through driving rain
Our faith was held so strong
That when the Christians came along
They could not snuff you out
So Mary's midwife now you're about
So now we hold you dear
At this the morning of the year
Help us weather this storm of pain
And fill our stores with golden grain
Flowers and dolls are made
Crosses of straw protection gave
Candles taken to well
We ask you Bride to bless our spell
By Sarah, a Bard of the Order
