The Bride of Dawn

To some she is called Bridgett
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