Invocation & Prayer to Bridget

Invocation & Prayer to Bridget

Beloved Bridget of the triple flame,
Daughter of the Dagda,Guardian of the sacred springs
Whose voice is the soul of the harp
We call on Thee.
Teach our hands to heal and our hearts to sing.
We entrust our life's progress to your care
And ask that you shape us,
Bending and turning our hearts on your bright anvil of flame
Till we are made perfect jewels
Fit to be set in the Eye of your timeless harp
To play for the Soul of the people in times of sorrow
And times of celebration.
We thank you for your gifts to us of Poetry and Music
Of laughter and tears,
And for the healing balm of your Wisdom.
May we always remember to meditate
On the gift of your sacred waters,
Which surround us at birth
And sail us to our destiny.
Our hearts are open to receive your blessings,
Midwife of our souls, rain on us,
Shower your inspiration in curtains of song
And sacred waterfalls in the realm where you dwell.
Come to us as Virgin with the soft smell of flowers.
Come to as Mother and feed us your fruits.
Come to us as the Wise Woman in the stark blasts of Winter.
Help us see your Mystery in all creation,
That we may know gratitude and reverence.
Our hearts sing to you with love.
Teach us to change like the revolving seasons.
Teach us to grow like the green corn that feeds the people.
Teach us to fashion beauty like the stillness of the forest pool
And the roar of the ocean wave.
Teach us to heal like the soothing gem which cools the eyes andrestores the limbs.
With humility and bright expectation
We invoke Thee this hour!

From A Druids Herbal for the Sacred Earth Year by Ellen Evert Hopman

Imbolc ~ In honor of the Goddess Bridget

Altar to the Goddess, Bridget ~ Imbolc

Circle Flow

Draw up bold power from the Earth,

Becoming one with source entwined.

Your roots strive deep to enter Her

To the center — feel — come alive.

Pulsing energy rises — breathes;

Your spine a trunk of circle tree

With branches bent to sweep the Earth;

Circuit complete the sap will flow,

From crown to source an ancient dance.

Be with the wind — become the dawn;

Rising — bursting — weaving –returning.

Such is the birthing of Her song.
Feel Goddess life beneath your feet,

Breath in the scent of yearning earth.

Hear the spring birds, love returning,

Chirping guide to budding — blooming.

Know Brigit joins the stag of morning,

Passioned union of love enflamed.

Harvest be quickened once again.

(I do not know the author of this poem ~ if you do, please let me know so I can credit this poet!)