Here’s a praise poem I used in our ritual today:
Praise Poem for the Brigids
Brigid the smith, your fire contained and
channeled into the iron, shaping and helping;
Brigid of the herbs, gathering, healing, young and old;
Brigid of the poets, bright and dark, fire in water,
bubbling imbas into poem and prophecy;
Brigid of the hearth; Brigid of the judgments;
Brig Ambue of the cowless warriors, the outsiders;
Great Bríd of the Horses, dark inspirer;
May all the Brigids be welcome here at our table,
Blessing, inspiring, and protecting.
Sheep’s milk, cow’s milk (all local and organic), Irish herbed butter and a sheep’s milk cheese named “Brigante”(!) were offered.