Brigid, Bríg, Bride, Brigantia;
Birch, beith, bedw, betula –
Bright boles break the dark of winter
Buds swell on branches of pubescens and pendula.
Deep wells springing with rising waters,
Sunlight growing as snowlight falters,
Swift streams tumbling over mountain boulders
Swelling through valleys to meet wide rivers.
So fills the cup that she will bear
To the feast of the brightening of the year
As across these islands by each name we call her:
Brigid, Bríg, Bride, Brigantia.
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Lovely prayer…
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So masterfully crafted – I love your use of rhyme and alliteration – also the introduction of birch which is so beautifully bright at this time of year into this seasonal celebration.
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