Tender of the unbroken cycle of death and rebirth. I am the wheel, the shadow of the Moon. I rule the tides of women and men and give release and renewal to weary souls. Though the darkness of death is my domain, the joy of birth is my gift. Everyone in turn ignites their petition off the cauldron and tosses it into the cauldron.
Priestess embraces each person as they go by.
Depart to thy realms . May they always dance within our hearts. These are some prayers to Brighid that I adapted from prayers to the Irish Saint Brigid. Comments are welcome. This morning, as I kindle the flame upon my hearth, I pray that the flame of Brighid may burn in my soul, and the souls of all I meet today.