Behold a new dawn is upon us at the birthing of the year.
Fair Brigid re-born of the Calliech’s dark face
Warmed we are through the dark season
By the light of both smith and Goddess fire

Mother of Argetlam, invincible Silver Hand
Thy fey Eastern light grows with passing days
To kiss the white snowdrop on the bank
And bring warmth to the freezing land

New life you bring fairest Brigid, in hedgerow and in field
New leaf and bud s begin to swell and grow
Through bitter night and cheerless day
By the touch of your white hand are we healed

I will welcome the Eastern wind that blows on field and moor
The winds of clarity bring sweet inspiration
Bear to me the sacred words of thy clearest thought
And the ancient wisdoms that do the years endure

Now as fair spring gives it’s first sign in tiny bud and flower
The leaves upon the Hazel unfurl in Eastern wind
I raise my cup to Brigid and to Silver Hand
For at winter’s drear end new life shall win the hour!