Praisesong for Her
She is a tree in a circle of stones.
She is a crossroad at noon.
She is a breeze in the red mountain ash.
She is a hill on a night without stars.
She is a tear of the sun.
She is the moon on the ripening grass.
She is a hawk in the circling sky.
She is the eye of a hound.
She is a fish in the river of glass.
She is a berry of red mountain ash.
She is a seed of bright grasses.
She is a stone in the river of glass.
She is the sigh as time passes.
May the blessings of bright Brigit shower you with light!
love this:)
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