Imbolc / St Brigid’s Day
“I will rest now at the bottom of Bridget’s well
I will follow the crow’s way
Footprint by footprint
In the mud down here
I won’t come up
Until I am calmed down
And the earth dries beneath me
And I have paced the caked ground
Until smooth all over
It can echo a deeper voice
Mirror a longer shadow
Then the fire may come again
Beneath me, this time
Rising beyond me
No narcissus-flinted spark
Behind closed eyes
But a burning bush
A fire that always burns away
But never is burnt out”
Richard Kearney
Chorlton Unitarians 