I wrote this last year, but it’s my only piece of devotional poetry for Brighid (so far).
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Prophecy
She spoke to me in a tongue of flame,
light flickering along the edges of my soul.
Like a dam bursting, Her words freed the truth already locked within me.
Desperation flew
as the lies of my childhood fought the oncoming flood.
They dig deep roots.
But water is more powerful,
and I know I am worthy:
I stand naked and proud before the Gods.
Anointed, Their priestess.
And I am ready to hear Their sacred whispers
that ring like great horns in my head
Like a snake’s tongue,
fire cleans my ears.
And Her song
reverberates through my very being.
The music makes a part of me I thought was dead
break into a new dance,
shedding old skin.
Power of words and words of power.
I speak not of change already set to happen:
it is my speech that draws it to life.
A picture painted
with sunlight on clouds.
And just as permanent.
Land, Sea, Sky
What secrets do you hold?
Brighid keep me
Brighid teach me
How to speak with the world.
Fires of inspiration
Waters of passion
The path of sacred art calls me to your meeting places
Brighid hold me
Brighid keep me
Help me heal myself.
Help me bring Your prophecy:
words to heal the world.
-Morag
Love your poem. 🙂
Thank you. 🙂