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by Genevieve Stoyak
On this icy, snowy day, when it seems that winter still has its grip on the land, we gather at our community hearth and remember that spring is not so far away. And we honor the goddess of our hearth, the many-skilled Brid, who teaches us that within each of ourselves are the skills or a sage, a warrior, and a producer. For the gift of winter is introspection, and with Brid's help we can concentrate on and develop those disparate functions that make us whole, both individually and as a community.
Holy Bríd, exalted one, we call to you today:
Queenly goddess
and radiant flame,
Sage counselor and teacher,
Poetess who kindles
inspiration's fire.
Noble Bríd, bright arrow, our defender we call:
Lady of
sacred well and iron sword,
Healer and midwife, bestower of blessings,
Smithwoman
who forges our community.
Wise Bríd of all crafts, we call you to our hearth:
Weaver
and brewmistress,
Milkmaid and baker of bread,
You who provide
hospitality, accept ours today.
People of Bríd,
We wait by the fireside for Bríd--
Smith
woman, Poet's Fire, Ancient Source of Wisdom.
Goddess and Woman and
Saint, We call to Bríd,
Come in! and Welcome.
(to the
crowd) Go on your knees, open your eyes, and admit Brigit!"
Crowd (kneeling)
"Bríd, Bríd, come to our
house, come to our house tonight!"
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