(Not quite wordless!)
We welcome you, Brigit, on Candlemas Eve,
We pray for your blessing new life to receive,
O Mother of Poetry, teach me your art,
That your inspiration may enter my heart.
O Mistress of Magic that stands by the fire
And shapes the bright metal to the form you desire;
O Mother of Smithcraft, please teach me your art,
That the power of changing may enter my heart.
You kindle the springtime to quicken the earth,
From under your mantle the old has new birth,
O Mother of Healing, please teach me your art,
That peace and contentment may enter my heart.
— Mara Freeman, Kindling the Celtic Spirit