A Poem For St. Bridget's Day

[poliphilo]

                                    BRIGHID'S BISHOPS

 

                                    No man shall serve as bishop save

                                    A working smith:  such a one as can craft

                                    A broad brooch of filigree work

                                    Or set me a stone in a silver ring.

                                    Let him be hammering gold to a thinness

                                    When singing prime.  Let his mitre hang

                                    On the door of a forge.  Let him cast a chasuble

                                    Over his apron when summoned to Mass.

 

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely feast. It comes in at the dreariest time of year and spreads a little candleshine around.