~Sing to Me~
Sing to me
Drown out the wind’s angry cries
The sound of the rain
Let me hear that voice once more
That can hold off the storm
With just its memory
I wrote the above poem a few years ago, when I was thinking of a poem whose words I had lost but whose stormy image was still with me. I remembered how, when things were quite difficult for me, I could never get the feel of Brigid's voice out of my head. It was Her voice that brought me peace and comfort amidst the storm that filled much of the rest of my life at the time.