jumble,
tumble,
weeble,
wooble,
here i come,
there i go,
falling,
trying,
falling,
trying,
falling,
trying,
falling,
trying.
then.
suddenly, blissfully,
letting go.
following Mama Brigid,
well of healing,
mountain of fire,
poetic light of inspiration,
Lady of my heart,
holder of my cares.
i quake with the fear of leaving food.
forever.
so.
instead.
i turn,
to my Divine Mother,
dear Brigid,
tender in Maternity,
fierce in protection,
joyous in unity.
tonight, Samhein,
i celebrate the turning of
the wheel of the year,
the thinning of the veil,
the presence of ancestors,
the promise of rebirth
through the dark
till Imbloc
when majestic Mama Brigid
dawns.
i bow to thee, Divine Mother,
exalted One,
She who is on high,
Queen of Heaven,
All-Mother,
Brigid.
