Brighid, you who shines in the night sky
Brighid, you who rises above the eastern horizon to lead us to goodness every morn
Brighid, you whose light is within us all
Brighid, you for whom my heart beats
Brighid, you with the stitching kit and infinite patience
Brighid, you with the song to sing me well
Brighid, you with the hammer to smooth my roughness
I was broken before you, O Brighid, you who mends my cuts and tears and gets me ready for the front line.
I’ve been broken again, O Mistress of my undying devotion.
To you I return, again, and again — to face the night, to face the dawn, to face the world with a new bravery kindled in my heart, with a new light to show me my path, with new love swelling in my chest.
Brighid, shining above us
Brighid, lighting our ways
Brighid, reminding us of our humanity.