by Jan “Skylark” Avende
Brighde of the Sacred Flame,
Hold me in your arms tonight.
Brighde with your healing words,
Fill me with your healing light.
Brighde of the heated forge,
Strengthen and temper me.
Brighde with your waters pure,
Let the rain wash down on me.
Brighde, you’re a poet wise.
Let your wisdom flow through me.
Brighde with you honeyed words,
Fill me with your melody.