Brigid of the Flames, encircle me —
In the east, womb of sunrise;
In the south, home of noon-day sun;
In the west, tomb of sunset;
In the north, height of Polaris.
Like my many foremothers before me,
I rekindle flames in your blessed hearth —
A fire protecting this household
From harm and strife,
From hatred and callousness.
Let it lovingly burn bright and true —
Uniting past as present;
Connecting present as future;
Acknowledging the forthcoming
As seven generations past and present.
On this day and night,
From dawn until dark,
From dark until dawn,
I tend your sacred hearth
As those did before me.