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. For I was a young priestess, Unknowing then that every gift We proffer, is given to ourselves.
I have served the great bear Time, And danced with bees. I have drummed out bodhran Tunes of joy and sorrow. And always, ever, whether between hammer and your anvil, Or spitting incandescent Words of fire:
My soul has sought to translate forth, the light you kindled deep inside my belly. There is no other light here. There is no other darkness. Brid has come.
This is part of the 6th Annual Brigid Poetry Festival on the web.