~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Eir
Rest now, my child
Be at peace, for I am here with you
Through fever and fear I will not be moved
You are in my care now
I am she called to by worried mothers
A desperate night time prayer knows my name
I have rushed ´cross the worlds tonight
Bearing only my healing and hope
I will not leave your bedside.
Drink deeply from my cup
The bitter herbs of wise women and healers
Know that I have taught them well
Know that they have listened
The curtain is drawn, the medicine taken
The sounds of slumber fill the room
My medicine is well working
And your heart drums strong
Rest now, my child.
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