Holy Brigid: In these times of burning churches That engulf the skies at night… Light the fire that guides our way. Kindle within us...

When you stand before the fire There shall be no more weeping. The trees shall whisper and wind shall moan: Your fate is in your hands....

. A poem for Brigid on Imbolc Eve, dedicated to all in need, calling upon the face of She Who Heals He is lonely. Shadows of bombs burst...

A prayer for the Goddess Brigid, on this, Her day: Exalted One! You who kindle flames on every hill, For you, we light the fires....

To You. Above the white city On winking green hillside, I offered up my life… Not realizing in that moment, that I took it for myself....