30 Days of Hymns, the Sacred Triad, Brighid #2: Queer Lady Love

Hail Brighid
Priestess to Yourself
Sainted in Mortal Death
Abbess & nun
woman & goddess
lover & loved
Hail to you and your anam cara
Holy Darlughdach
so joined in love
she followed you
into the afterlife
after a year in your absence
Hail Darlughdach
lover to Brighid
voice of the divine hidden in mundane life
bringer of messages to your love
keeper of the flame
both in the abbey
and your love’s heart
Hail, Brighid and Darlughdach
may your love light the way
may we allow ourselves
to live in love as you once did
may we find, in our short mortal lives
soul friends
anam cara
a love that goes beyond the physical
and through that love, may we find
some small piece of immortality
hearts aflame,
hail to the loves, Brighid and Darlughdach
guardians to those who love
all odds

30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad



30 days of Hymns, the Sacred Triad, Brighid #1: Birth

Hail Brighid
Exalted One
Fiery Arrow
foster-mother of Gaeldom
teach to me your secrets
the secrets of birthing
let me know and revel in the pain
and the glory
let me hold within myself
your light, words dancing
upon the page
IMBAS deep within
let me hold your light
until it is ready to burst forth
let me cultivate
in my deepest soul; let it be compost
for what the world needs most
let me set alight
what is within
sending sparks out
at breakneck speed
through my flesh, burning me
but surrounding me in light:
a galaxy of my children
orbiting my being
let me know the truth of birthing
whether it be
of my body
or my mind
let me know the magic
of bringing
a new thing
into a desperate, wanting world
foster-mother of Gaeldom,
Fiery Arrow
Exalted One
Hail to you, Brighid
Keeper of the secrets of birth.

30 Hymns in 30 Days: The Sacred Triad.


She spoke to me in a tongue of flame,
light flickering along the edges of my soul.

Like a dam bursting, Her words freed the truth already locked within me.

Desperation flew
as the lies of my childhood fought the oncoming flood.
They dig deep roots.

But water is more powerful,
and I know I am worthy:

I stand naked and proud before the Gods.

Anointed, Their priestess.
And I am ready to hear Their sacred whispers
that ring like great horns in my head

Like a snake’s tongue,
fire cleans my ears.
And Her song
reverberates through my very being.
The music makes a part of me I thought was dead
break into a new dance,
shedding old skin.

Power of words and words of power.

I speak not of change already set to happen:
it is my speech that draws it to life.

A picture painted
with sunlight on clouds.
And just as permanent.

Land, Sea, Sky
What secrets do you hold?

Brighid keep me
Brighid teach me
How to speak with the world.

Fires of inspiration
Waters of passion
The path of sacred art calls me to your meeting places

Brighid hold me
Brighid keep me

Help me heal myself.
Help me bring Your prophecy:
words to heal the world.