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Ostara's Song


The dawn is fast approaching
As I climb weary from my bed.
Visions of scattered dreams
Still float about in my head.
A nice, hot cup of tea,
After a cleansing shower,
Rejuvenates my senses,
Energized by Eostra's power.
My trusty dog at my side,
We walk out to greet the day,
And I say my morning prayer
While watching the old girl play.
I can spy the buds of Spring
On flower, bush and tree,
Green now overtaking
This waking land I see.
Bird's song fills the air once more,
Jubilant hymns they sing,
Calling forth the spirits
To celebrate the Spring.
What a glorious Ostara dawn!
How blessed I am to see
Mother Earth giving birth,
Bringing life to all that be.
Soon my son will be waking,
Ready to begin
Our festive celebration
Of the bitter Winter's end.
The colored eggs are waiting
To be held in his tiny hands.
May they bring to him the blessings
Mother bestows upon Her clans.
We will revel 'neath Sun Father,
Me and my laughing son,
Father's warm and comforting rays
A mere taste of the days to come.
But before my little one wakes,
I will begin my personal rite
To celebrate Ostara,
To give thanks for the balancing light.
I light a candle on my altar
To burn throughout the day
To remind me of the blessings
I have received along the way.
I ring my crystal bell
And stir the old wind chimes
To welcome Nature's children
Into Spring's warmer climes.
May they nod their approval
As I till the soil today
And plant the seeds of Imbolc,
While over them I pray,
May Goddess grant fertility
To my garden small,
That it may grow in abundance,
Giving nourishment to us all.
I, too, shall pray for balance
In my craft and life,
May I recall this calmimg peace
In times of wretched strife.
Thanks be given to Spirit,
Blessings to family and friends.
With humble adoration,
My silent prayer now ends.
As I finish my Ostara prayer,
I hear the patter of little feet.
I smile as my son joins me,
Feeling peaceful and complete.
He runs out into the sunlight,
Pulling me along,
His laughter the sweetest music,
Which is Ostara's song.

... Moone


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