Ostara's Litany
by Susan Swope
I am Ostara.
I am...
the mud,
the earth,
the rising sun kissing your face.
I am Ostara.
I am...
the rising sap,
the swelling bud,
the green shoot.
I am Ostara.
I am...
the reddening maple, the greening willow,
the blooming crocus, snowdrop, and wolfbane,
catkin, coltsfoot and skunk cabbage.
I am Ostara.
I am...
the croaking frogs,
the singing birds,
the goat kids,
the mourning cloak butterfly.
I am Ostara.
I am...
the rabbit and the egg,
the serpent and the waking bear,
the worm and the robin.
I am Ostara.
I am...
the onion,
the watercress in the cold mountain spring,
the shad in the river.
I am Ostara.
I am...
the wild wind,
the snow soon to melt,
the rushing stream,
the warming sun embracing you.
I am Ostara.
I am your stirring blood.
I am your body, singing.
I am Ostara.
I am hope.
I am the promise of new growth.
I am Ostara.
I am the promise, and the promise fulfilled.
I am Ostara.
I am the goddess of rebirth.
I am Ostara.
I am... you.
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