Flame of my hearth, Flame of my heart
I smoor this flame as my Ancestors smoored it,
Still, it burns within.
I smoor this flame as my Ancestors smoored it,
Flame in my hearth, Flame in my heart
I smoor this flame as my Ancestors smoored it,
As vigil reaches it’s end.
Brighid, you still burn within.
Image of smoke unfurling against the darkness from Pixabay on Spark Post.
Rooted Flame and a Deep Wellspring 