Brigit

Author Unknown

In a glass
Of scryer's black
Visions of life
Bring full impact

Wells pour out
Your sacred flame
Prophetic words
In wisdom's name

The womb impregnated
With poetic rhyme
Birthed to life
In seasons time

Summoned
In your healing light
Be with me on
This moonstruck night


Bridget Bright

Author Unknown

She is known as Brigid Bright,
Goddess who shines against the night.

At Cille Dara, at the setting sun,
Her sacred flame is kept by one.

Nineteen times the earth turns round,
As sacred springs come forth the ground.

Twenty times the sun has burned,
And now the Goddess has returned.

Alone she tends her thrice-bright flame,
Born of her heart that bears her name.

The Dagda knows Brigid as Daughter,
Triple Blessed by fire and water.

Poets call her name to inspire.
And healers oft gain from her fire.

Wayland too would know her well
As hammer and anvil ring like a bell.

A sorrowful cry did she give meaning,
When first she brought to Eire keening.

Oh Sacred Fire against darkest night,
Burn for Brigid, for Brigid Bright!

Fire in the head...to quicken us.
Fire in the cauldron...to heal us.
Fire in the forge of the heart...to temper us.


Imbolc

Author Unknown

Many grey veils, wrapped up, a old wish woman, mother earth in winterplumage.
this is the moment...

the sun rises, a sky in all the colours of cold and
silence. a flame of warmth breaks, cutes through fog and rags.
this is the moment...

unbreakable rare it pokes upwards, bud of snow and
spring green: the young bride. as for ever,
endless nourished by the first ray of the sun.
this is the moment...

I hear in the stable the birth bleating, weeping the
feast song on mother earth...
this is the moment