I seek She, whom will bring life's rebirth.

I have visions of a hill with grassy sward,

Where I see my Lady holding a flaming sword.

Her cloak is made of sunbeams, Her face shines as gold,

She shall bring the warmth to which ends winter’s cold.

Within Her gentle hands there’s a promise of spring,

Surrounded by the moonlight Her praises I sing.

She arises with the sun from Her peaceful rest,

Eternally young Her smile brings me blest.

She reaches and takes the flames from the Sun,

Touching the earth with their warmth, winter’s done.

The light shines about Her as it were a crown,

Giving strength to the earth life shall abound.

As She opens Her arms and warm breezes blow,

A promise that assures the end of winter’s snow.

With evergreen offering within candle and hearth light,

I give praise and honor unto She whom is life.

By: Abigail Welcher