I.
Standing under the streaming spray of the shower head,
Devotion pours over steam-pinked skin.
Warmed by salamanders curled deep in the pipes,
Fire and water cleanse and comfort.
Lady of the Healing Well, Brigid of the Sacred Flame,
Take my tears, cradle my heart,
Here, in your most humble of holy places.
II.
She stands, arms gently open,
A cement shell, pale blue, at her back.
“Our Blessed Lady of the Bathtub” my mother derided.
I wish my gods were so familiar.
III.
Our gods are everywhere.
Why are yours trapped in cathedrals?
Grand no doubt, but aren’t they lonely
When the great double door glide shut
Against the human misery gathered at their feet?
Against the gods of the world outside?
The Druid's Well 
He he the bathtub, for me a bit of an unacknowledged source of inspiration, so interesting link with Brigid, who is associated with inspiration…
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I know, right? I got to thinking about her symbols, fire and water, and when those are combined you get steam…which led me to thoughts of the sacred sauna, and how the water steams as it sprays out of the showerhead…. Kind of a tangled muddle in prose, to track down those thoughts. Poetry works a bit better. 😉
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