Bealtaine is when we light the fires
Not just for our desires
The things we want and need
Whether in poverty or greed
But simply to connect, to communicate
To let folks know that they are great
That we miss them, that they matter
That we can’t wait to have a natter
Or share a coffee, or a walk
Or sit in silence, no need to talk.
The world isn’t open just yet
But as Bealtaine passes, can we set
Our beacons alight and say
We are here
And so we share
Our Bealtaine beacons with those
Who feed our fires the most.
© Mabh Savage 2021 Exclusively for PaganPagesOrg
About the Author:
Mabh Savage is a Pagan author, poet and musician, as well as a freelance journalist.