
every morning i bow down
first thing
to prepare the day’s fire
knees tough
square on the floor
i lean back
stretching out
bending
my eyes close
calling
gently
dear shining one
daughter of dagda
come nearer
our hearth’s
heart.
bright goddess
of wisdom
poetry
music
healing
protection
blacksmithing
your love of gentle beasts
keeper of
unending flame
shelter us
within your
clear green
cloak of care
together,
let us kindle our
heart’s flame
of infinite
spark
may i
breathe your
sacred song
upon the wind.
—poem/photo © 2021 by weaver…
brightest blessings x (((💜))) 🔥🙏🏼🔥