This poem was written as a request to go with the above picture to be available on the wall for the soon to be born child. So you will see the poem is in sections moving from marriage in general, the marriage angel (Brigid),... to the needs of the baby.

In the marriage of true possibilities

rests,

an angel,

in Waiting.

.

Her finger points,

and a shaft,

of light

shines,

across valleys,

across nations.

.

Her call,

is beckoning

‘follow me’;

an angel

has loosened

the veil,

between worlds/'happy marriage.'

She listens.

‘I am here’,

a touch,

on lace sleeve/formless wings.

.

Let us bow ourselves.

Let us bend.

A cradle is the arms

holding true/Peace calls.

.

A blossom wavers

and an owl hoots.

Night

holds the reins

of the starlight,

gently.