I arise today through the courage
of the warriors of Brighid,
and am nourished by Danu.
Her spear forged in justice and power
goes before me.
Her maidens bearing fire and wisdom
Her flame of inspiration alights upon my brow,
Her quiet words enter the secret door of my heart
and bring me comfort.
Her sons and her daughters fight for the freedom
of Eire, her sacred land and body,
and I am glad.
When I am weak with sadness,
she gives me courage to rise,
When I am drowning in crippling emotions,
She sends the seal of love and joy,
and the salmon of wisdom to me.
When my soul and heart are broken she mends them
with her smith's art.
When I am in danger she guards me,
I am blessed beyond measure that one day in
Her spark is upon my altar.
I shall not be homeless,
I shall not be left in despair,
I will not be raped,
I will not be murdered,
I will not be overcome by the spirits of evil,
For the Great Cloak of Brighid is about me,
She is the protector and friend of my soul.
So Mote it be.