(Brigit by Lisa Iris)

The Charge of the Goddess Brighid

I know you hear my voicemany a night you have cried my

tears,I am the one who has beenWith you all these years.

It is my song you sang,

A hymn to a goddessLong before you knew a goddessWalked your dreams and path.

Brighid mother, Brighid guardianBrighid mother, Brighid guardian

Walk with me andlet me hold your handYou know the wordsYou sing my poems,

Mother Brighid, Brighid guardian

Poetess of our dreamsWalk with me,

I teach you the sameSongs sung of old,

The message and the

Melody stay the same

I am the one who singsThe songs that give man hope,

I am the voice of poetrySinging in your dreams.

Deep in the night,When the moon is full,

Deep in a circle,Voice chant my songs,

Do you hear their voices,Calling to me?

I am the mother, the maiden, the Crone

Of all poets and poetry,My gift is the poems thatWeave spells around the

Hearts of manAnd give his dreams flight,

Raise your voices and chant

Mother Brighid , Brighid Guardian.

Do you hear my singing, Child?It is my blessings

That are granted to all butUnderstood by so few.

It is my poems that will reduce youTo tears like a child

Or make you soar among the clouds,

I am the poetess and guardianCall in me and listen to hear my

voice.

Willow CrowAngel , 1998