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Ord Brighideach

“Lady of the perpetual flame and sacred wells,we seek you.”

Poetry & Art
by Our Members


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Created by Our  Abbess Tracy
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Created by Our Abbess Tracy
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Created by our member Morgayne E. 
Created by our Abbess Tracy

By Ellen Evert Hopman, from “A Druid's Herbal For the Sacred Earth Year”
Beloved Brighid of the triple flame,
Daughter of the Dagda,
Guardian of the sacred spring
Whose voice is the soul of the harp,
We call on thee.

Teach our hands to heal and our hearts to sing;
We entrust our life's progress to your care
and ask that you shape us
bending and turning our hearts on your bright anvil of flame
till we are made perfect jewels
fit to be set in the eye of your timeless harp
to play for the soul of the people in times of sorrow
and times of celebration.

​We thank you for your gifts to us of poetry and music
of laughter and tears
and for the healing balm of your wisdom.
May we always remember to meditate
on the gift of your sacred waters
which surround us at our birth
and sail us to our destiny.
Our hearts are open to receive your blessing
Midwife of our souls, rain on us
Shower your inspiration in curtains of song
from sacred waterfalls in the realm where you dwell.
Come to us as Virgin with the soft smell of flowers
Come to us as Mother and feed us your fruits
Come to us as the Wise Women in the stark blasts of Winter

Help us to see your Mystery in all creation
that we may know gratitude and reverence
Our hearts sing to you with love
Teach us to change like the revolving seasons;
Teach us to grow like the green corn that feeds the people;
Teach us to fashion beauty like the stillness of the forest pool.
and the roar of the ocean wave.
Teach us to heal like the soothing gem which cools the eyes and restores the limbs
With humility and bright expectation
We invoke thee this hour!


The forge of daylight Behind the woodland slides
And Stars , one by one,
Light up the darkening skies.

The last glimmer of sun
Frames the trees with fire. 
A last wash of light comes
Before the deepening night.
 
My hearth is swept clean
Kindling replaced from forest floor.
Fireflies of glowing embers
Float up in the warmed air’s draw.
I light the sacred candle,
Watch The Eternal flame
Uncoiling and rising
Drawing forth my prayers.

Brighid with great gratitude
I shall tend your holy Fire
From dusk to dusk
I will keep your Love alight.

Grant me access to your
Well of inspiration
Teach me how to learn
The path to divination.

I ask it of you , not for self
I ask it for Earth Mother
How can we mend her failing body
How can we mend her broken Soul.

​Written by Penny

POEM (for Lughnasadh Aug 1st)
Lughnasadh Love
Come my dears to celebrate with me
Love in fullness we shall see
Bring your colors gold, orange and red
Wear vines and gems upon your head
Baskets of tasty herbs and roots
And please remember your harvest boots
Children carry small bags of grain
All has been growing in sun and rain
The cattle and chickens will all watch on
While Brighid and Goddesses lead joyous song
With burning lamp and my walking staff
I'll sprinkle 'round a little chaff
Give thanks for protection as we transform
Refreshed, renewed and then reborn
Given to us this fullness of love
Now we return it to earth and above
This is my invite to all of you
Lughnasadh in August; no need for ado!


By: Mairead ⓒ 2022

​Lost in the mists
Confusion surrounds me
Like an embrace i do not want.
I try to follow the path,
Yet I cannot see it
In front of me anymore.
Directions confused,
I spin, trying to orient myself
To the way ahead.
Then, out of the shadows,
A form appears, solidifies.
It is she.
Brigid reaches out her hand,
Takes mine, and pulls me along
Saving me.
She is bringing in me out of
The darkness, the swirling mists,
Keeping me safe.
I may be confused,
But as long as she leads
I'll continue in faith

​Written by Jak Geneb
​The Wind in my Hair
I walk the slow steps Of the devoted, Feeling your presence Beside me.
I walk...
The wind, it sings The songs of old, Speaking in your Ancient voice.
The wind...
Your voice Telling me takes Guiding me Forward. 
Your voice...
Your touch, Caressing my neck, As the wind blows In my hair.
Your touch...
No matter where I go Or what I do, You are with me, My heart and soul.
The wind in my hair.
The Wind in my Hair

Written by ​Jak Geneb

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Created by our member Kris F


​I rise for rowan
I rise for oak
In your forge
The fires stoke
In your flame so bright
We forge a fiery rune
Reflect it to the world
Let me be your moon

​Written by Mike M.
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Created by our member Sandra L. using wool and a piece of her altar cloth.

​The Chiding
by AN Gorniak 


How ungentle you are with yourself, child.
Wanting to be what you want to be, right now and thoroughly.
The deep loam seems to you a swallowing dark.
You do not understand that sometimes the hottest of fires is needed to nurture the mightiest of trees.
Patience,
For my urgency is not yours.
And becoming is a process with no true end.
Hold out your hand open,
Not grasping and greedy nor desperate for the way out or the walls of what is not a prison but a seed.
Settle yourself here with the curiosity of a small child who does not yet know that names exist.
And so begins their own naming.
You are not a thing to be found, no map nor rescue could lead the way to safety.
Unfurl in this place, send out your wild tendrils.
You will know when it is time to reach.
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  • Home
  • Who Is Brighid
    • History of Brighid's Flame
    • Keening & Grief
    • Brighid & Cailleach
    • Stories of Brighid
    • Sacred Symbols, Correspondences & Offerings
    • Brighid & The Moon
  • Join
  • Virtual Candles
  • Flame Keepers
    • Vigil Calendar
    • A Flame Keeper's Ritual
    • The Ogham
  • Donate
  • Brighid's Cloak
  • Sunday Prayers
  • Peace, Justice & Healing
  • Our Abbess
  • Our History
    • Tribute to Our Former Abbesses
  • Water Tender
    • Map of Holy Wells
  • 19 Flames
  • Prayers & Invocations
  • Prayer Beads
  • Meditations
  • Rituals
  • Imbolc
    • Our 19 Days of Devotion to Imbolc
  • Wheel Of The Year
  • Member's Quotes
    • Virtual Altar
    • Our Poetry & Art
    • Our Altars
  • Books & Resources
  • Contact Us
  • Newsletter Archive