The vévé for Maman Brigitte.
O Bride you friend of Man! From Ancient Eire you sent your influence out from your well and your hearth, the Land rose up to greet your Power. With the coming of the Nazarene you took Him in as aunt and foster-mother, tending still your well and hearth with the name “Holy”. And you, O Maman, wife of Death, brought with your sisters from Eire to the New World- accepted and loved by the Children of the Enslaved, tending the wells of their spirits and the hearths of their hearts now.
Blessed are you, O Bride!