Fiery Arrow
the Irish goddess Brighid

Blessings upon our Bright Lady Brighid, Fiery Arrow of inspiration, landing in singing souls of poets, igniting flaming words of worship, love and adventures, satire when needed to remind the mighty of their many flaws. Comfort to mother Brighid, who lost her son Ruadan to gruesome warfare. She raised the first keening in memory of Eire, she now comforts mothers and others bereaved. Strong are her arms, loving her heart. Matron of poets and healers this Lady, keeper of fire, she shares holy flame with forges of those who smith glowing metal, also bestows quenching water for those who thirst for sweet peace, disdain foolish warfare.
On Imbolc Brighid presides o’er lactating ewes, moreover she strengthens the bodies of all who give birth, most divine of midwives. She brings forth snakes of great wisdom, glistening serpents of holy renewal, who coil ‘round her arms, aside comely breasts. Lovely she is, goddess of our forebears, pale her skin, sunset hue are her tresses, beauty in her eyes, strength in her frame, steadfast in justice, strong loving mother. Praise to this Lady who lights paths in nighttime, honor to her who gives aid in plenty, helps healers, giving them knowledge of balance, gives fire to those who craft beauty for all, with Imbas to poets, who soar on her words. She knows deep grief, gives succor to mourners. She sees us and loves us. We see and love her in return. Homage to our shining Bright Lady. ~ Wry Welwood May 2023.