Red flame, white fire,
And I know that she is with me, always.
In the warmth of an embrace that is not seen,
In the softness of whispered words heard only by the soul's ear,
In the bright spark of her inspiration, shaping words to song.
Brigid, guiding my steps;
Brigid, showing the way;
Brigid, watching over all.
Hand that strengthens the smith's grip on the hammer;
Smile that heals the sick;
Voice that rings with the flash of the muse's gift.
Lady, three-in-one,
Gentle and mild,
Be with me, fearless, and
Guard over me when I fear;
Be with me, unraging, and
Calm my temper when fury strikes;
Be with me, sweet calm one, and
Comfort me those dark nights
When sorrow comes.