I call to Brigid, kind and clever goddess whose name
has never gone unspoken, whose gifts have never
gone ungiven. Brigid of the healing hands,
Brigid of the hammer and tongs, Brigid who sweetens
our words, who kindles the fire of poetry within us,
goddess to whom so many have turned in times
of joy and of desperation, who calms our fears,
who lights our lives, who warms our hearths: O sisters three
who hold all art and craft in hand, Brigid of the flames,
O lady of comfort and good cheer, goddess dear,
I pray to you for understanding. Grant to me,
O goddess, the blessing of your presence.