| Gum Till Do Cheum, As Gach Cearn, Fo Rionnag-iuil an Dachaidh!
(May your steps return from all corners of the globe under the guidance of the star, that points to home!)
Breo-Saighit--Breed--Brihit--Saint Bridget
Fiery Arrow--Flame of Erin
You are known by many names~
Goddess of Poetry and Inspiration!
I call to You this day!
Give to me Your poetry.
Help me to see
that I contain the verse of wisdom;
that I have a story to tell.
I hold up the tool of the writer,
the first of its type,
the mighty wand of magickal poetry.
From the winged-one comes Your wand, Breede.
I praise the gentle beings
who rejoice in the air,
demonstrating the unencumbered passage
of the written word.
They sing and call to me:
"From the breath of Breed,
Her inspiration sails through the heavens,
lifeted by the power of our wings.
To the earth Her verse is grounded,
through the quills we give way to you.
Onto the page the verse does manifest,
by you, daughter of Breo-Saighit!"
I call to You, Breed,
to bless my modern wands
of pen or pencil--and keyboard,
to carry forth in the tradition of the poet and writer
Your inspiration.
And though I no longer dip my quill
into the symbolic womb of
Your mighty dispensation
to draw forth from the well
the substance required to spread the word across the page
I grasp the magickal wand
of pen or pencil--or keyboard
in which is already contained the artery
of many-colored blood
As if drawing from my own veins
Your inspiration already
embeded in my heart.
Brigid, most excellent goddess,
sudden Flame of Inspiration,
may Your bright flame guide me into
everlasting communion through
usage of the written word!
Brigid, most knowledgeable One,
Flames of Wisdom,
May Your soul shine bright,
give me permission to keep
Our religion alive!
-Poet's Invocation to Brigid-
--Kisma K. Stepanich--
(Theory & Magick: A Book of Shadows & Light)
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