Prayer
to Brighid, the Peace Bride
O Peace Bride,
Beloved of Bres,
you gave your hand
to heal warring kin
for what is home
without peace? Mourning
mother, inventor
of keening, you who
count the cost
when families fight: Guide me
through my trials
with a diplomat’s grace.
Peace-weaver, let
me be the balm of
warring hearts.
Let our passions be the hearth
of sanctuary, not
the blaze of hate.
Let me strive
always to speak with peace
and steady the
hand before it reaches
for the blade. Let
me be vulnerable
to our shared
disappointments, our shames
and our histories,
and from them always
weave peace from
the broken threads of the world
Image: "Woman weaving in Peru" by Tydence Davis from Las Vegas. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.
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