I sing to you, O Bridghid, queen of sacred poets,
Burning flame in the night.
Your light points the way out of the mental fog
And towards a higher purpose.
Every speck of paint, every smudge of charcoal,
Every song written and sung, every word written and shared,
Is within your power.
I dedicate them to you.
Let my words bring beauty,
Let them move the people to the saddest sweetest tears
And to the highest cries of ecstasy.
I dedicate my voice to you,
Lady of bards, poets, and madmen.
May I serve you with honor.
May my songs make you proud.
May my life make you smile.
Hail, Lady Bridghid, I honor you.
Accept my sacrifice.
written on Mohegan Island, Maine, 2000
O holy Brighid of the Eternal Flame
You who inspire the hearts and minds of the poets, warriors, and healers,
You of the flaming hair and starry cloak,
We honor you and give you thanks.
You breathe the words that evoke beauty, honorable deeds, and commitment.
Your spirit incites us to do great things beyond what we think we are capable of.
You lay your hands upon us and heal our hearts, bodies, minds, and spirits.
O holy Brighid of the Burning Forge,
Temper us in the heat and pressure of life,
That we may be strong and steady.
O holy Brighid of the Sacred Well,
Quench the thirst of our bodies and souls,
That we may be compassionate and true.
O holy Brighid, today we call to you
Work through our hands and speak through our mouths,
That we may make this world a better place,
That we may live in freedom and fullness.
Written November 15, 2011