Dies Natalis Vestae
The beginning of the light
Where does the light begin?
Is it when the sun rises, banishing sleep and opening eyes?
Is it as the days lengthen, though the cold deepens,
and the sun begins its slow procession northward again?
When does the light begin, and whence
does it shine forth into our hearts?
Let it begin today, as in these shortest days
we kindle Vesta’s fire and gather close
to drink her warmth.
Let it begin today, the birthday of the goddess,
as we plug in our strings of lights at sunset,
as we heat our kettles for hot cocoa and hot cider,
as we fill our ovens with cookies and cakes to share.
Come among us, maiden goddess, clad in white heat
and crowned with candles, stars, and colored lights
that twinkle at our windows, on our trees,
we celebrate your heat and brightness in the winter’s depth.
Felix dies natalis, Vesta dea!