A
Song for Brigid
by Gwendolyn James
Goddess
of Poetry
Goddess of Fire
Daughter of Dagda
We sing!
Without tire, you rise
rise
with each blessed February
rise
to rekindle our fires
remembering
spring
Oh, sweet bride
full of hope
full of dreams
we believe
we plant our seeds
this eve
may you fair Brigid
ever tend them
with your loving eye
out with the old, in with the new
maiden goddess
we welcome you
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A Song for Brigid - by Gwendolyn James 2006 |