Too Many, Too Much

a song of hope on Brigid's Day

Too many sadnesses
Too much wrong
Still in my soul
I hear Your Song

Bright Lady of
Earth's tireless waking
Mercy quivering
Justice quaking 

Unfailing Love
Full, forsaking
The temptation
To despair

Flowering forth
From cold and stark
Light born from
The deepest dark

Strength of Oak
Wisdom of Lark
Your Song of Hope to share!
Dear Brigid, keep us in Your Care.  

Brigid’s Mantle and prayer beads held by my Beloved Romeoak, blessed by Brigid during the night, to bring comfort, healing, and strength for the year. One of the beautiful folk traditions associated with St. Brigid’s Day.

Although I have joyfully anticipated and celebrated Brigid's Day for the last 30 years, I have never needed it, and all that it represents, as much as I do this year. I awoke this morning in the wee dark hours to a gift of the sweetest birdsong. Birds so full of trust that they began singing while it was still dark. I lay in bed and listened, smiling; taking a cue from my delicate-boned, feathered sisters and brothers. I need to sing while it is yet dark. When oppression and despair are pressing in, Joy is an act of resistance; pulling song from the Deepest Well of Soul, trusting in the Light Which always returns. Re-membering that my voice, my hope, my love are part of the Órán Mór; the Big Song, the Great Melody of Life. It is my duty to sing out.  I hope you will reach down as deep as possible, through all discouragement, despondency and despair, and find the Song of Unrelenting Love and Hope and Audacious Joy that is the very fabric of your Soul. Sing it fully, share it freely! 
 May Brigid keep you under Her Mantle and in the Light of Unfailing Love.
  ~Cheryl Anne  Lá Fhéile Bride 2025