Brigit Speaks with the Sword
Brigit steps on the field of heroes
red blossoms
black mud churned
lays a hand on every broken stem
knife cuts natal cord
scythe fells corn
sword harvests men
the smith prays to Brigit
grinds his blade sleek
hardens it as the warrior
shields his heart
but the goddess
is not numb to her tools
Brigit keens
addresses spell-rich sword
from earth we raised you
with fire made you
grieving and grateful
praise you
now help me sword
dig furrows for our dead
Image: The Burial of Atala, print, Jean-Baptiste-Raphael-Urbain Massard, after Anne Louis Girodet-Trioson (MET, 46.140.13), CC0, via Wikimedia Commons
Credit: “Brigit Speaks with the Sword” first published in A Brigit of Ireland Devotional - Sun Among Stars by Mael Brigde, Moon Books (2021).
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