I’m not certain
The Moment
You came
To live in my soul
And deep in my bones
I think it may have been
On a cold rainy day
Just before Imbolc
In a circle of stones
I opened my heart
To a deep, nameless
Something; brimming with Wisdom,
Compassion and Grace
Something ancient and greening;
Newborn with meaning
An inner revealing
Of God’s Feminine Face
Decades now passed
I am awed and so grateful
For the day You so gently
And powerfully came
Oran Mór, to sing through me
Such Gifts You’ve brought to me
Beautiful, the Heart
Brigid, the Name.
~Cheryl Anne
a little outpouring of love and gratitude
Brigid's Hearth 