— A Prelude to Imbolc —————–
Some stories end..
Sometimes sadness descends for no reasons known..
and shadows just rise and cloak us..and choke us..
MidWinter may have passed and Sun-child may be born..
But we are entering the deepest part of winter..this.. now..
And here we plea to the Winter-Goddess
to loosen her grip on the world..
And here we lament for the passing of the old…
And here, soon we’ll call on the renewed great Virgin
Goddess of Love & Healing to appear from her place of snow and Ice.. unto our world once more,
Lit by a path of light and flames.
And then snow will stop falling..
and snow drops will rise..
the land will turn from grey with hints of green..and yellow..
All that is yet to come..
But.. we are entering the deepest part of Winter..!
Remember the small gaps through which sands of time slip..
Remember too the face of the clown behind the mask..
Remember the tears never seen..
and the bleeding heart of the Knight behind armour..
And sorrows behind smiles..
So then..
’til the New moon.. !
(c) Mani Navasothy – Jan’17
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