Come meet a women of triple aspect,

I follow a stream deep into woodland,

To its source, to a spring.

By some magic I squeeze into the hole

And move into the dark waters.

Deeper I go and warmer it gets

Until its power soaks through me,

Washing my wounds,

Gently soothing them

And then covering them over.

I follow light out into the world

And chant the chant of Healing.

Come meet a woman of triple aspect.

I follow an old worn path across a field

And before me stands a mound.

Through its doorway I enter to meet ghosts!

Ancestors, memories come forth,

Flow through me and weave you wise words.

And this they do,

A creative spirit flashes across my mind

Like sparks whne striking a flint.

A web of words spring from my tongue

With threads of joy and sorrow.

I follow light out into the world

And chant the chant of Inspiration.

Come meet a woman of triple aspect.

I follow sounds of industry and thick black smoke

Rising from the mouth of a cave.

I enter its darkness and searing heat

Holding an ugly black stone.

I reach forward into a boiling vat of fire

Suffering the burning that writhes up my arm.

I retrieve my hand but the stone has gone

Leaving a shining sword with perfect blade

And perfect balance.

I follow light out into the world

And chant the chant of Transformation.

I meet Brigid of triple aspect

And I chant

Healing, inspiration, transformation.

Healing, inspiration, transformation.

Healing, inspiration, transformation.

This is the nature of her flame.

Hail Brigid!