Oh Great Brighid,
I am your ingot of iron,
and you are my smith.
What will you forge me into?
Will I be a spear, so that I may pierce darkness?
Will I be a hammer, so that I will build for the community?
Or shall I be a cauldron, so that I may care for your people?
I am iron and you will forge me into hard steel.
Polish me, so that I may shine in darkness
And be beautiful in your hands.
Bathe me in your fire,
and I will be strong!