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.
Image "Brighid Peace" by Rowan Fairgrove.