The first waters dubbed Brighid, there embodied Dragonfae
arrived I at.
Thanks given,
got me through
and took my transformation,
novena and beyond,
the sigil …
… Clarity, truth, peace
and her happiness.
Cast the first coin,
ripples of my doing
reach the far shore
of a well transformed.
Laps up to the feet
of Brighid and the new Being.
Took me west,
green pierced
by the arrow of my heart.
Beyond a crescent moon.
Beyond, a second well.
See there a Christ
on his path of sacrifice and toil.
He a son, of three.
Still, in me, one, all I need
and given of my hand, this day,
inner image, my Divine Child.
Drop with intent that second piece
ripples of my doing
travel back to me.
From the edge of standing,
that I be well transformed.
Carry to me waters of the heart.
And now gently I sat
in the sunlit world,
but in the healing pool too.
Where I joined my third offering,
and it sent out a wish.
A wish I never imagined I had,
in this time.
The loving gaze,
a young mother
of earth, waters, fire
heavens above, valleys below.
And that between us, melts.
All that has passed,
cleansed in each, our prayers.
All my happy day now,
that will be carried, surely,
atop that third and final ripple.
Out again from me
to those feet,
standing, wave,
but a little way to go.