Monday, February 2, 2015

A Poem

On Imbolc

In two lined hands the bowl is held
water shifts inside
trickles leave marks along the side of a blue bowl

The hands are steady,
practiced, and pulse

with healing,
with grace

The hands are ageless
and move with a sureness

that brings comfort
that brings understanding

Great Bridgid
of the fire and the well
I offer you a restless mind, a full heart,
and a body seeking health

I ask for your blessing
I ask for your peace

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