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An Old Poem for Hope

Updated: Apr 24, 2023

"All the sweetness of nature was buried in black winter's grave, and the wind sings a sad lament with its cold plaintive cry; but oh, the teeming summer will come, bringing life in its arms, and will strew rosy flowers on the face of hill and dale.

In lovely harmony the Wood has put on its green mantle, and summer is on its throne, playing its string-music; the Willow, whose harp hung silent when it was withered in winter, now gives forth its melody- Hush! Listen! The World is alive."

-Welsh; Thomas Telynog Evans (1840-1865) trans by Kenneth Jackson (1950), From Dublin National Folklore collection

While the Earth begins to awaken, will you also awaken? Connect with the power of the Earth and the land around you at this time, it sings a certain song to warm the heart and spirit.

Sing this old poem as an offering to the land you're on, your ancestors of body and land. Give it as an offering of hope, abundance, fertility, awakening.

Spring Blessings!

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