"Winter's might is strong as steel, testing flesh and soul! Dark grew the nights, and dim the hopes, and the world must take it's toll! Yet hope, though frail, is hard to kill. And rises like the dawn! Soon on Imbolc, we'll celebrate, that hope and light go on! Let's follow Brighid's example, crafting new poems and new steel! Let's rekindle the flames of Bale and Candles, and stronger hope now let us feel! For Daylight grows longer, and the night it must recede! Our lives maybe a challenge, but on on this it is agreed: We welcome, we open, we're always hoping, and to the Spirit of Imbolc we say! Be welcome, your bed is ready, go on, have a stay!"