Sacred Poetry

[Enodia]

Here is some sacred poetry I've written over the past year:

Meeting
(c) Enodia

Bloody mouth
Wretched claws
Swirling hair
Gray and of snakes.
Hounds of Hell
Baying, crying.
Crows screeching,
Cawing, flying.
Bloody hands
Fiery eyes
Darkness enveloping
As I meet Hekate.

She Is
(c) Enodia

She is the Dark Goddess,
Bloody and fearful.
She is the haggard Crone,
Gray and old.
She is the Torch Bearer,
Bringer of wisdom.
She is the leader of souls,
Bringer of death.
She is Our Mother,
Guider of Witches.
She is Our Leader,
Purveyor of Crossroads.
She is the Mistress Of the Hounds of Hell.
She is the Mistress Of Her Messenger Crow.
She is our teacher,
The Great Goddess of Night.
She is... Hekate.

Brigid
(c)Enodia

Brigid,
You of the forge
You of the flame
You of healers and bards
Poets and smiths
Standing at Your Cauldron
Of everylasting Life
Bring Your gifts to us
Bring Your gifts Of art, of healing
Of words and creation
Bring to us Your Rekindling, rebuilding
Your magic of flames
We honour You
Oh, Brigid of the Danu
Brigid of the Cauldron
Brigid of the Flame
We honour You
Great Triple Goddess Of Brigid's Name!

O Lady
(c) Enodia

Brigid, o Lady of the Hearth,
Of Smithery, and word as art,
We call to You on Imbolc night
To bestow us with Thy sacred light.
Brigid, o Lady of the Wells
Of milkmaids, nuns and the ill,
We call to you on Candlemas Eve
And hear the voices of the Sidhe.
Brigid, o Lady of the Flame
Of healers, and bards who remain,
We call to You on Omeilc night
To light Thy holy flame so bright.