We Keep Vigil

The Solitary Druid Fellowship is performing an act of collective poetry.  The only rule is that you must begin and end your poem with the following phrase:  ”I keep vigil to the fire in my heart.”  You can see all of the poetry here, but I wanted to make sure that my own was available here as well:

I keep vigil
to the fire
in my heart.

Prometheus,
fire-bringer and
human-shaper,
who ignited our
life,

I honor you and
see your spirit
on this day as
the solar fires
return to our
lives.

Though Winter
is not yet complete,
we anticipate Spring.
The chilling grip of the
dark is made weaker
by the heat of the
growing light.

Prometheus,
to you and to all who
nurture our existence,
who guide us in our
lives, those known
and those unknown,
it is with you that
I keep vigil
to the fire
in my heart.

Prometheus is a power that I’m just beginning to think about and work with.  He’s a bit of a trickster, which I like, and I think the ideas of fire-bringing as an allegory for creativity and technological development work well in a modern context.  I know that Imbolc is usually considered a holiday of Brigid as she is connected to spring and fire, but I may mix things up a bit this year.  Shocking, I know.

Plus, I’m notorious for skipping holidays whether they be my own or those of others.  Perhaps by putting my own spin on things, I’ll actually celebrate for once!

  • Ian Phanes

    It is a modern conflation of the Feast of Saint Bridget and whatever the ancient Imbolc might have been, because of a similarity of date. Even though I’ve tended to work primarily with Celtic deities, I don’t work with Brighid in my personal work–even at Imbolc. Personally, I think honoring Prometheus is quite appropriate for a festival that I associate with crafts and storytelling and similar activities that were done when you were kinda trapped inside for months on end in winter.