I asked Brigid, 
“What should I write?”
”Write what you know,”
was the response outright.
“Write what you feel,
write through your tides,
through the sunny days
and the stormy nights.”

Sit with me, dear Brigid
And let us start a fire.
Hold that space and light it,
deep within desire.
Burn through falseness Brigid,
scatter flames on blame.
Heat the sparks that burn the lies,
and I will do the same.

Brigid, Lady of the Threshold,
step into my heart.
Piece together quilts of truth,
push me in to start.
Sing to me a sweet melody,
words of pure delight,
I will write them down my dear
in the day and night.