A sonnet To Brighit

A SONNET TO BRIGHIT

On her lucent brow sits the sacred fire,
Which kindles the flame from within the soul.
We lay our fears to rest upon her pyre;
In the heat of the forge she make us whole.
Inspiration blazes in her presence,
Her hammer rings out in poetry's hearth.
Golden words wreaths her head like sweet incense,
And sets our minds ablaze with joy and mirth.
Within her womb the spark of life ignites,
The glow of her touch shows on children's face.
Children grow and dance just like candle's lights,
Their young lives radiates with the fire's grace.
Three fiery sides chooses to chooses to show,
Inflames our lives and set our hearts aglow.