A poem inspired by current events and Brighid’s own loss.
(Image description: A silhouetted person is seen standing in a field, with the point of view from the side. The person is wearing a long dress with long sleeves and a long veil on their head, which billows gently in the wind. A row of trees are on the horizon, also silhouetted. The sun is setting against a pink-orange sky.) Credit: Photo by benjamin lehman on Unsplash
With the traumatic events of the past weeks and months, the idea of Brighid reliving the trauma of Her late son Ruadan came to mind. I’ve seen families from other tragedies facing their trauma as it’s played out again and again on the news. Why wouldn’t deities experience the same emotions? Simply because deities are powerful and long-lived doesn’t mean that They still don’t feel the same things as we do.
I haven’t checked in with Brighid to see how She’s doing, but this poem now has me considering Her own well-being.
Weary Goddess
Oh Brighid,
what are You enduring now?
I can only guess Your state
as You watch others grieve
Your own son lost through war,
through feuds and trickery
Past sorrows, still
leaving Your heart to scream
Now small-scale bloodshed
rends families’ hearts apart
Even if Your Name doesn’t ring in their prayers
You know their anguish
Is Your voice near-lost from use?
Does Your heart grow weary, almost numb?
Do You need comfort as You comfort others?
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