Imbolc Blessings

Walking through
a winter's night
drawn by
drumbeat.

Insistent
comes the call
echoed in the heart.
hurrying footfalls through
freshly fallen snow.

The snow is lighter here,
the air feels
warmer.
Ahead the
call from
Soul to
Soul.

Step through the doorway.
Bring dreams and wishes
Heart's desire.

The flame of wisdom
whispers your name.
A hand reaches out
offering flame.
a light that warms
but does not
burn.

Lit by pulsing fire.
Cooled by soothing waters.
This is the promise of the
growing light.

A single question:
And how will YOU welcome the growing light?