NeuroDivine

The first welcome is water’s grace,
A stillness, deep and clear;
At font we’re named before we walk,
And Christ draws each one near.

A few steps on, a gentler sign—
The cup, the hearth, the rest;
Where quiet talk and shared-out time
Make every stranger guest.

In Brigid’s house these vessels stand,
Two thresholds close and true:
One starts the way in baptism’s light,
One keeps the journey through.

For welcome is the Gospel’s shape,
Its vow in daily form;
The font’s first promise carried on
In kindness, calm, and warm.

Written at Solas Bhríde, 26 June 2026.

See the photo that inspired this poem at Pilgrim Light.