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HER FLAME by Yvonne Brewer

Since childhood I have had a strong connection with Naomh Bríd, St. Brigid…

Growing up in Ireland, I always enjoyed St. Brigid's Day, February 1st in school when we brought reeds to school and made St. Brigid's crosses. Even at a young age I questioned why St. Patrick's Day in Ireland was celebrated more than St.Brigid's Day and always felt that St.Brigid had to live on in the shadow of male saints such as St.Patrick!

As a Celtic Triple Goddess She rules Healing, Poetry and Smithcraft. In particular as a Healer, She watches over childbirth and all creation. As a Goddess of Poetry She inspires and protects ideas and also shares prophesies. She has been a special Guide to me and She especially came to my awareness when I was pregnant and I have felt her presence with me through all various creative journeys I have embarked on!

On Feb 1st I will honor Her by lighting candles all day as She is associated with the element of fire and St Brigid’s Flame burns eternally!

It is no surprise that last year on February 1st 2015 I was inspired to write this poem in her honor:
St. Brigid

Her Flame
( In honour of Naomh Bríd: St Brigid)
by Yvonne Brewer

It started out as a little spark,
You hardly saw it, as you were
Hiding in your dark,
But you asked for my help
And gave the little spark to me
And now look what you hold so brightly!
Shining for the world to see!

Oh, I, Naomh Bríd ,
Find the light, on the blackest of night,
I guide your heart to hold on tight,
For one more day, 
To know and to see,
Your tiny seed will be
Growing strong,
And you belong
Where words float and sail,
Where music twists and turns,
Where firesides crackle and sing,
"Look, Creation has begun!"

Darkness of winter will pass.
And on Spring’s first day,
Your heart will wear a new dress,
Your soul will wear shiny new shoes,
And you will dance and skip and jump,
And reach the top of Brigid's Bright Light.
Oh Blessed Healing Flame.

In awe you watch it,
St. Brigid

Yvonne Brewer is a Mother to two boys, is a Reiki Master and also enjoys writing meditations and poetry as a method of healing and personal development. For as long as she can remember Yvonne has written poems, stories, meditations and letters as a hobby, and uses creativity as an important tool for relaxation and stress release. Her first e-book was published in 2013 "Breathe and Bloom. Soul Mother Meditations". Since 2015 she has had several poems published on Women's Spiritual Poetry and in "Where Journey's Meet". She lives in Cork, Ireland and can be contacted via her facebook page here, or

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