Thursday, June 19, 2008

Prayer to Bridget at the Well Spring of my Soul



Oh One bless my tasks today as I prepare to battle as your champion against the trickster
He who defiles the mind of humanity
breaking the back of the Law of Love
Tempting us with babbles and illusion
Driving us from our place in your guard den.

Please send me a helpmate
She who will comfort my weary soul
She who will bring joy, even if but for a moment
She who is the flower of our love, radiant in the morning light
She who will complete my nature as you have ordained
She who offers me the cup of your radiant healing waters.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

beautiful poem!