speaking jubilantly of transformation
and the lustrating fires of your forge
Brighid, I am grateful
for the time between, for the quenching waters
of your healing well flowing within me
Even as the quiet voice of my own heart
longs for the invitation inherent in the crucible
of relationship with self, the world, and You
Words appear over an image of flames from Pixabay on Spark Post
Rooted Flame and a Deep Wellspring 