brigit's Voice

January 9, 2002

 

It is the cross that carries me through,

the sweet melody of arms rocking me,

in the summer sun I see  you turn,

in the winter cold I feel you burn,

in the time of all things that let be,

I hear you singing the healer's touch to me,

and when I see you smiling I know truth,

and when the first pretty flowers bloom I can feel you,

near me when the harmony of birds beckon,

to know all that is will be changed in time,

but never without a rhythm or a rhyme,

so come nearer to me sweet Brigit dear,

and the stories of your fire fueling the hearth of love,

forging in the mysts of snowdrops and thyme,

through the heather and the falling leaves,

to the sweetest kisses of the lovers tender fire,

you are near to me in the sun the moon and sky,

in the heart that calls to you,

we are bound to the myths together,

for a time when renewal comes to an age come and gone,

and we can sing together the medley of our songs,

united and free on the hilltops our spirit flies,

and soars into the valleys and the green to a healer's magic fire,

loosing the bouquet of creation to turn a fruitful wine,

towards the spiral I see your answers summoning mine,

and in the light of the sky I am carried through,

by the cross on the arms of sweet Brigit's tune.

 

~dedication to my sweet goddess by Solus aurora borealis