Thereupon She Entered
Thereupon She entered And on the right hand: wonder And on the left hand: hope To the north of her red rock To the south of her climbing sandy hills To the east of her croft in ruins To the west of her crashing sea Thereupon She entered Singing that pierces time And Her long gown, wetted In the pink soaked sand Clung to my entrails And Her hands swept down Like a hawk upon the heart She the Lady of Hoy She the Lady of Callanish She the Lady of the Western Isles Lady Brede, Lady Wildness, Lady Mother of the Sea She the yearning that pierces the heart Always calling.
-Ani Greenwood, posted at Stone on the Belly, a blog for Brighidines in the Daughters of the Flame group.















