Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Liturgy for Imbolc

Let's just spend a moment or two in quietness. Consider the winter that is drawing to a close, the bareness of trees awaiting spring's warmth, the first snowdrops to emerge and flower, fallen leaves from winter that now are taken up once again by the soil as a source of nutrients (nature's endless cycle of life and death), signs of life within our own gardens as plants that seemed dead just a month ago are now beginning to show green.

Springtime - the promise of new life
Springtime - the potential for growth
Springtime - the hope of harvests to come

‘Let us live in awe of the Lord our God,
for he gives us rain each spring and fall,
assuring us of a harvest when the time is right.’
Jer 5:24

'Where man sees but withered leaves,
God sees sweet flowers growing.'
Albert Laighton

'The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.'
Bern Williams
In the lengthening of days
Snowdrops emerging
from winter's frozen ground

In the sight of a tiny lamb
joyfully bounding
across hillside farm


Creator God, forgive our moments of ingratitude,
the spiritual blindness that prevents us
from appreciating the wonder that is this world,
the endless cycle of nature,
of life and death and rebirth.
Forgive us for taking without giving
reaping without sowing.
Open our eyes to see
our lips to praise
our hands to share
and may our feet tread lightly on the road.
Here a song, chant or hymn might be sung
Psalm 8

3 When I consider your heavens,the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you set in place,
4 what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?
5 You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor.
6 You made him ruler over the works of your hands; you put everything under his feet:
7 all flocks and herds, and the beasts of the field,
8 the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas.
9 O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
A sleeping world emerges to new possibilities
Weakening winter's icy grip
And birdsong and bleating lamb
Announce to all the promise
That in due season
Creation bursts into life
And whilst leaves that fell in winter
Lie upon the ground
Soon to feed the earth
In nature's wondrous cycle
Of death and rebirth
Within the tree is a stirring of new growth
For the cycle of life
Which brings death and rebirth

A. We rejoice in the promise of Spring

For lengthening days
And sunlight's warmth upon the soil

A. We rejoice in the promise of Spring

For a snowdrop's beauty
Reflecting its Creator's artistry

A. We rejoice in the promise of Spring

For new born lambs
Their joy and exuberance

A. We rejoice in the promise of Spring

For all of creation
And the majesty of its Creator

A. We rejoice in the promise of Spring

'Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.'
Geoffrey B. Charlesworth

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Rainer Maria Rilke

This is your garden, Creator God
A thing of beauty
Beyond understanding
A poem that is being written
Not in words
But in colours
Wind's whisper
Soaring bird
Snowdrop's petal
Gentle rain
Sunlight's warmth
This is your garden, Creator God
A thing of beauty
Beyond understanding

We bless you,
God of Seed and Harvest
And we bless each other
That the beauty of this world
And the love that created it
Might be expressed though our lives
And be a blessing to others
Now and always


photo: b culver

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