By Gilbride

Her skin is soft, Her hair is soft, Her eyes are soft, Her smile is soft; Her hands are gentle and Her voice is warm; She blesses the well and She heals the ill. May Brighid be with me in the hours of the day, and may Brighid be with me in the descent toward evening.

She is as She always was; She is as She is; She is as She shall ever be, the ebb and the flow. May Brighid be with me in the flowing of the tide, and may Brighid be with me as it ebbs from the shore.

May Brighid surround me, may Brighid enclose me, like the warmth of a mantle on a day of fine rain. May Brighid protect me, may Brighid preserve me, may bright Brighid heal me and bring me to Her.

The sister of healing is above and below me; the sister of healing is around me and near me; the sister of healing is in the great roaring sea; the sister of healing is in the green fertile land; the sister of healing is in the blue open sky.

Brighid is my friend and my companion; She has composed a song for me; She has helped me and healed me each day and it is She whom I love.

You are like a smooth path before my feet, oh Brighid,; You are the sun in the sky; You are the guiding star in the depths of night, a healing balm for my heart.

Oh Brighid of the earth, heal this body. Oh Brighid of the sea, heal this blood. Oh Brighid of the sun, heal this face. Oh Brighid of the clouds, heal this mind. Oh Brighid of the wind, heal this breath. Oh Brighid of the stones, heal these bones. Oh Brighid of the spirit, heal this spirit.