Brigid's Song

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    Brigid's Song

     I do not care for crowns of thorn
    I do not see your ignorance
    Call you wise
    Call me a saint
    Yet darkness holds significance

    Find my well of early spring
    Drink from the water there
    Light will shine upon your face
    And fill your spirits' hair

    I will weave a blade or two
    Of green in winter snow
    May all your darkness cease to be
    And may you always grow

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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