A Prayer


Hello friends,

February 1st is the Feast of Brigid in many traditions. Brigid was both a saint who helped the people and the Goddess of poetry, healing, and the forge. I have honored her for decades, as a patron both of my writing, music, and my activism.

This weekend, I call upon Brigid's presence to heal hurting communities, and to strengthen those trying their best to help.

Below is a poem I first wrote in 2015 and updated in 2025 (by changing one word). I offer this poem to you once again, in hopes that it may comfort, embolden, and inspire.

Holy Brigid:
In these times of conflagration
That engulf the skies at night…
Light the fire that guides our way.
Kindle within us the flame of inspiration.
We speak your name.
Holy Brigid:
In these times of grief and anger
And these days of stolen lives…
Pour out the quenching waters from your well.
Come, bathe our tear stained faces.
We call to you with voices raised.
Holy Brigid:
In these times of love and rage
And these days when hatred stalks our streets…
Strike bright metal on your anvil.
Forge us tools that we can use to fight for justice.
With all our might and breath.
Holy Brigid:
In these times of fear and division
And these days that tear our hearts and souls apart…
Wrap your mantle around our shoulders.
Remind us we are loved, and we can love.
We ask for your assistance.
Holy Brigid:
Forge us. Shape us. Kindle us. Comfort us.
So we rise up, all together, firm and strong.
Holy Brigid:
Be here now.

May our communities be blessed with strength, resilience, and stalwart hearts. I'm with you, friends, wherever you are.

Best wishes — Thorn


T. Thorn Coyle

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