The Goddess has no hands on earth but ours.
Ours are the eyes through which she
Streams compassion to the world.
Ours are the hands with which she
Is to bless all beings.
May we have the grace to know this mystery,
The courage to give ourselves to it entirely,
And the strength to enact its truth in the world.
a tree creeper scurries up a tree trunk
We stand by Brigid’s forge, poised to transform;
feeding the flame to bring bright