St Bridgets Lament

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Were these wild wild winds Bridgets Lament?
For the desecration of her native land
Where for thirty pieces of silver sold
Was her childrens future by a chalatans hand.

Were these wild winds her anguished cries
For her heritage lost her land had long worn
As jewels on her dress: the landscape
That through greed of man rough from with threads was shorn?

Was it her breath that sent thundering waves
The strong winds that brought down Birrs Poplar Tree
One among many casualties of the Seasons rage
That uncovered an ancient forest from beneath the sea?

So long drowned, not even the hand of man
Could hide the existance of what he never knew
Prehaps that is the message she sends to us today:
For is that not what Saint Goddesses do?

Background:
A drowned forest, Birr Castles lamented late Poplar Tree and the past winters wild wind having a link to our pagan past is indeed a notion far fetched, but if Ireland personified had a voice and a soul, would it not be that of Bridget the Saint and the Goddess, and could these wild winds be a way of sending us a message?

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