Tending Brigid’s Flame
To be a Bard
Is to be a priestess of Brigid.
In Her furnace
My soul was forged.
In my body
Her heat still burns.
In my words
Are the hard blows of Her hammer,
Chiming so brightly in the night.
In my words
Are the soft whispers of Her kisses,
Breath blown over the coals.
In my eyes,
The light of Her fire
Shines forever.
In my eyes,
The vision of Her inspiration
Burns eternal.
I am priestess.
I am Bard.
I am spending my time
Tending Brigid’s flame.
February 2 2008, 15:19:03 UTC 13 years ago
February 2 2008, 18:42:21 UTC 13 years ago
a priestess of Brigid.
On an aside, I will always remember a story my first Wiccan teacher told me about how when she was a young Witch she spent a year and a day tending a fire in her backyard. She kept it going every day and night, through sun, rain, snow, and wind, summer, winter, fall, and spring. It was her personal act of devotion to Brigid. Everyone around her thought she was nuts. :-)
February 2 2008, 18:51:12 UTC 13 years ago
I'll have to remember the idea of tending a fire as a devotional act. *chuckle* Me, I can keep a fire going great if I'm doing nothing else. Otherwise, I forget about it. I'll get caught up in writing and forget to feed the fire ... or watch a favorite TV show, or stretch, or eat ...
February 3 2008, 08:42:18 UTC 13 years ago
Thanks for sharing it :)
I too, was inspired by the silent poetry reading...
What a great idea!
February 4 2008, 19:37:29 UTC 13 years ago