Once again, as I have for all but the very first year or two, I am joining in the Poetry for Brigid Festival.
This is an annual world-wide event in honor of the Patron Saint of Ireland and Goddess of healing, smithcraft, and poetry (to name a few of Her purviews). It is held throughout Imbolc, since Her traditional feast day is Feb. 1.
You are welcome to post a poem that has special meaning to you, either on your website, blog, or other online hangout. And please tell us about it in the Comments below, if you wish.
But to get included in the global celebration, please share the link on the Official Page, which is titled 2011, but is in fact the current hub. This will also direct you to another of the main locations for the Brigid Poetry Festival.
All you need to do after that is hop from link to link, relishing the poetry until you are overflowing with its sumptuous, soul-filling gifts.
By the way, if poetry has never been your “thing,” please remember it is meant to be read aloud, which I urge you to do. It is the sound and the sense woven together that will help you recognize that poetry is a most ancient, powerful, and pleasurable form of magick.
As my gift to Brigid this year, to whom I am dedicated, I had wanted to find something little known, surprising, and mystical. Instead, I am called to this piece, frequently misattributed to Mary Oliver.
There is an urgency behind my choice. Let us — you and I — make it so.
by Judyth Hill
Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings
and flocks of redwing blackbirds.
Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children
and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen
and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.
Wage peace with your listening:
hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools:
flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.
Play music, learn the word for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.
Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty
or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.
Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious.
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Don’t wait another minute.