A clootie, prayer cloth, hanging from my tree outside welcoming St. Brigid this eve of her feast day.
Radiant Fire
Oh, my beloved, from my hands words flow,
radiant fire, Bride’s ignited glow.In your blessing through fire’s light,
I am a poet in Brigid’s night.Oh, my beloved, I walk your guiding rays,
luminous flame, Kildare’s bright blaze.In your blessing through fire’s light,
I see deeply in Brigid’s night.Oh, my beloved, I’m forged by your hand,
Mary of Gael’s ardent brand.In your blessing through fire’s light,
I am transformed in Brigid’s night.
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Author’s Note:
Tonight is the eve of St. Brigid’s Feast Day. This year I am devoting thirty days to her and trying my hand a writing some prayers. Above is one of my first attempts.
I am learning about Celtic spirituality and she is known as a patron of poets and bards. She was a wonderful and powerful woman. A great goddess to know.
The photo is a clootie, a prayer cloth. I will say the prayer as I hang this tonight. It is said that as she travels through the veil this evening, she will bless those who welcome her with this mantle.
To Create... 
This is some of your very best! Wonder-full
A Christian is one whose door is closed to no one and whose table is open to all.. Pelagius
Beautiful! As I read it I first thought you had quoted it from the Carmina Gadelica! A day dear to our church, St. Brigit.
Tom, thank you for the compliment. Actually, before I wrote the poem, I was reading through the Carmina Gadelica and some of the prayers where Brigit is mentioned. I did have this in mind when writing my poem.
Peace,
Lexanne
Thank you, Tom!