Outpouring care feeds our mythic spring.
Sparkling flame of peace abides within,
Not ignorant fools;
no pleas for altruist beliefs.
Relief of hunger feeds us.
No cunning deceivers could with malice
steal our good.
Need reaches to heal through magical
Why meanly measure out
moral scores in play at “who deserves”?
is no drain, but the focal point for
cyclic rain’s reward.
Fortune’s gift revealed, this well neverending,
fed by Goddess blessing
sacred vessels aching to be filled.
Dip in with grace, good will, wisdom
This is not belief or even knowing.
This is breath of awe in motion.
Brigid Poetry Festival, “an outpouring of verse in honor of the Goddess Brigid, Patron Saint of Ireland. "