Candlemas Liturgy to Brigit

Fiery Lady,
I see Thy brightness
In the flickering flames
On this holy altar,
And rejoice in the reassurance of Thy presence.

Fiery Lady,
I hear Thy voice
In the crackling roar of a Sabbat bonfire,
And give thanks
For the awesome intensity
Of its unquenchable burning.

Fiery Lady,
I smell Thy spiraling aroma
As flaming fingers
Consume our offerings of fragrant resins,
Transforming them
Into the incense of our adoration.

Fiery Lady,
I feel Thy warmth
By a Winter's hearthside blaze,
And are comforted
By its dancing heat.

Fiery Lady,
I taste Thy magick
In simmered stews from cauldrons
Over kitchen fires,
And are satisfied with fullness.

Fiery Lady,
I stand before Thee
In awe of these physical senses
Which convey to us
Thy presence in the world!

Unto Thee be all praise,
Power, and preeminence,
On this,
Thy holy Sabbat of Candlemas!