by Mystic Amazon
There you are, Goddess,
With your streaming flame-red hair!
I hear the hammer of your smithy,
And the eloquent words of your poetry
Satisfy something in my soul.
I hear the chants of women
The priestesses of your sacred flame,
See smoke that carries your prophecies.
Artists, poets and musicians honor you
With the beauty of their work.
Holy Mother Brighid, Bless us!
Honor us with your shining presence,
Wash us in the waters of your healing wells.
Brigantia the warrior, give us courage!
We dance to the movement of your flames.
Beth Clare Johnson