“Brigid of the Morning” by Rowan Fairgrove

Brigid of the Morning

I am the poet and the poem

The inspiration in the night

I stand beside the Tarb Feiss

And whisper wisdom low and true

I am the shining sun of morning

A fire that burns inside the head

My gifts are knowledge and transformation

I pound and quench and draw Out souls upon the forge of time

The flowing waters of my well Soothe womb and soul alike

At childbed I am the midwife who brings new souls to birth

For mine is the gift of life.

Those who seek me will find nourishment

I am the brewer of new ale

I am the baker of the grain

All acts of transformation will I aid

The seed becomes the shoot The shoot grows as

its nature dictates Thus has it always been and

always shall be I am the vitality of fire that

dwells within.

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Image "Brighid Peace" by Rowan Fairgrove.