In Honor of Brighid

Far away from highland mist
Covered in early morning dawn
Like the ringing of your anvil
Through the years beyond
In candlelight, in eternal flame
The memory of your name
With offerings made from the heart
For reasons still the same
Goddess, Mother, Saint
Healer, Smith and Sage
Honored by your daughters now
Regardless of their age
We ask you keep our fires lit -
Warm and happy homes.
And of my poem, O, Great Poetess!
It's humbly for you - don't look at it too critical.

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