Holy Water at Brigidtide

by Cari on 01/30/2017

in Writing

Creek Goddess

She Rises

I have news for you:
The creek swells, ducks dive, the dry time has gone.
Trees tremble in winter storms, deep green the land;
Shadows long, sweet the sun, warmth wanted.
The hawk sings in a sapphire sky.
On the ground, souls quicken, breathe clouds.
This is my news.

As we move into the early spring and toward Brigidtide, poetry again enchants me. This was written after the evocative ninth century Irish poem, which you can read here. The photo was taken on a chilly late afternoon walk after much rain. With the goddess Brigid on my mind, she seemed to appear in my image, her breasts, her belly, in the holy water. Yes, she rises.

{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

Sarah Stockton January 30, 2017 at 5:20 pm

That was my first impression as well Cari- I can see her there, shining. Thanks for sharing this lovely essay and poem.

Sally Sanders January 30, 2017 at 5:59 pm

Cari, thank you for this beauty as I struggle to keep my balance in the midst of much self-righteous hatred swelling all around. We all need reminders of sacred beauty.

Christina Schneck January 30, 2017 at 6:22 pm

Both poems speak to me, lovely inspiration.

Elle Dechene January 30, 2017 at 8:03 pm

Thank you.

Joanna January 31, 2017 at 8:18 am

Love this so much, Cari.

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