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  • Writer's pictureKate Godin


Updated: Dec 1, 2020

I make this prayer

to Brigid,

daughter of the Dagda,

goddess of poetry,

healing and the forge.

You who weave together

the threads of my purpose,

tending fire,

making medicine,

stringing words together

between trees.

You whose voice

runs like a river,

smoothing stones

and singing.

Pen in hand,

stepping softly

onto this open page,

I ask you

to flow through me.

Make me the water

and the smooth stone,

moving and still,

changing and changed.

I bow to your fluency,

your ferocity

and the gentleness

of your healing hands.

I sink to my knees

in the river of words

you command.

Thank you

for choosing me

as your own.


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