Healing with Brigid

Brigid, healing hands of compassion
Once risen at day break

Beaming fire as you ascended with the Sun

Your whistle called me to Haiti
Wrap your cloak around this broken land
Step in the soil and cause flowers to grow

Great Goddess of healing fire
Warm the souls of those yet lost
Heal that which is beyond man

Flame and cauldron in hand
Smith a new land of hope
So far from you’re sacred well

With bark, flower and herb
Heal minds bodies and souls
Bring Haiti into your fold.

Peter D.