The Gifts  (Hail Brigid)

When I sit near Your well,
I do not sit for stillness,
But for the ever swirling oeuvre
that rises, and mists my dreams
into realities woven,

Over and through my world and
The In-between world,
Over and through the In-between world
and the world that waits
for creation to catch up.

~Pamela V Jones (Boneweaver) ©Feb. 1, 2015

This is my 6th year contributing to the Silent Poetry Festival  which has been going on since 2006, and has become a wonderful, international event, with people posting poems in honor of Brigid on their blogs, Facebook, Twitters, Tumblrs, and other such devices.

Details here.