Hail fair Brighid, Mistress of the sacred flame!
By your grace and your blessing our grove grows
And prospers in the ways of old! Your name
Is our shield! Within our hearts your fire glows,
Healing our injuries, calming our fear,
Inspiring our poems, song and art.
The waters of your holy wells run clear
And strong through loyal blood and steadfast hearts.
You are the soldier’s strength and mother’s love,
First breath of babes and children’s guiding hand
You are the lark at dawn and ev’ning dove
Through birth, death and life our beacon you stand.
Look kindly as we here our vows renew,
Remember us as we remember you.
Written for Shakespearean Beltane Rite, 2008
