A prayer-poem.


Brighid

She will
show me the way.
Her white feet
will come to my aid.
I will not be abandoned
for long.
Her golden hair
will cover my face
and shield me from
the wickedness of men.

Her scent
will be my inspiration.
My words
will flow freely
in honour of the one
who cannot be made to bleed.
Her bright arrows will protect me
from all that is evil
and I will sing her praise,
to the end of days.




Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2017-02-03 at 23:40

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