Eye of Brighid
Eye of the mind,
Mother blessed and divine,
Who dwells both in and out of time,
Into your darksome depths I scry.
In you all beginnings and ending lie,
Come to my aid and be my guide.
Assist me in what I hope to find.
What lies before me and behind?
This I charge thee with this rhyme:
Grant me what I know is mine!
For I am your anointed daughter
And the keeper of your sacred water!"