Brigid’s Day Poem

She wakens at Dawn

And into Light She entered

as new light over the wide horizon.

She entered Trusting and Certain

with the forest as her Temple,

learned courage and confidence,

scryed into the Mirror of the Moon,

and spoke the song of Moon Birds across the Light.

And into Light She fell,

as a Child before the Mother

at the quenching of desire,

as the shaft of Light through Stone

marks beginning from beginning to beginning.

And into Light She rose,

freed from concentration,

as Her Own True Self,

pure illumination,

Primordial
Archetypal
Divine.

And Light She engulfed

And Light She radiated

and Light She did Become.

Doreen Shababy