Flaming jewel,
your brilliance and beauty
are like fertile warm winds,
seeding hope; the dance begins.

Shining star,
your radiance and song
are like spring snow drifts,
melting fear, revealing gifts.

Triskelle fire,
your resilience and heat
are like eternal embers,
kindling life; we remember!

By your mantle, by your hearth,
Midwife of Souls through rebirth,
teach us in the labour pains
how to live once more again.

You, Brighid, bring the sun.