Open the door to my inner life, Reveal the past to me. Open the door to my inner life, That my way be made free. Send me the light of your cosmic fire, Make my path bright clear. Give me a sign, That's no will of mine, To show me your presence is here.
Beannocht leó a los a saoire, dronga ar nár cheisd cruadhlaoighe, am coimhthinál dar chóir searc, doircheadhán dóibh nir dhoircheacht.
Blessing upon their noble nature, to whom complex poems were no hardship, to that beloved gathering of poets the darkest verse was daylight dawning. Caitlín Matthews, The Celtic Tradition - for Brigid~!