The Monologue of Brigid.

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I am that which sends darkness running and into orbit 

The flood and spark of all things walking, through, life's many forests 

The flaming sword that never runs cold

To pierce and warm your heart, whenever you feel old

The Toll keeper and Soul Reaper 

Masters of pagan ceremonies chant my name

Hidden in old woods

As you will too,

When all is understood 

When your unexplored places, radiate in my visitations afterglow 

For, I'm the Above and Below 

The Great Harvest, that needs to be sowed, to be collected 

I see you at birth and feel your presence, 

Anywhere on Earth. 

 

So if you're hearing this and will soon know my name. 

Never feel rejected or neglected 

For I send blessings like soft raindrops to soothe your soul

From The Red Church pews

To light up your heart and to manifest, self belief within you 

As these few words are invoked with magic 

To bring relief through from this screen 

Whenever they are released 

By me 

Brigid, 

One of the Great Elementals

Always watching 

In the Great In-Between 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Brigid, in this case, is associated with the transformative nature of fire, poetry, and healing.