The Brigid Poetry Blogathon

Officially, the poetry for Brigid (Irish goddess of smithcraft, midwifery, and poetry) is today -- my entry, for reasons explained in the entry, was posted last night, close to the time border. So either scroll down (if you're on the main page) or go here (if you came to this post specifically), and then you can read my offering to Brigid. Which this year is not written by me, but by Somebody Else.

A Poem for Brigid

Oak calls again for the yearly poetry blogathon in honor of Brigid, started a while back by Reya.

And I am delighted and amused, as a priestess of Brigid, that today is also the day I signed the book over at the Sunnyhill Unitarian Universalist church. (Brigid of course is also delighted and amused.)

So my poem offering for Brigid today -- with many thanks for the interesting paths she leads me on -- is by the Unitarian poet e.e. cummings:


i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;
this is the birthday of life and love and wings:
and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)