I walked in Tir na nOg with Brigid, and I asked her, “Lady, show me the wonders of the apple trees of the Land of Youth.”
She plucked a blossom from an apple tree, and hammered it on her anvil, and the blossom became gold. She said, “Look, I have done the work of a smith – but I have also done the work of a bee, and made gold from flowers. Here there is beauty and strength.”
She plucked a ripe apple, and made a tincture, and gave it to a woman who was sick, and the woman became well. Brigid plucked another apple, one almost ready to fall from the branch, and made a different tincture, and gave it to a woman who was old and in pain, and the woman slept, and died, and, lo, she was young again, reborn into Tir na nOg. Brigid said, “Look, I have done the work of a healer in all its forms – for life and life everlasting.”
She bent and turned aside the grass to show an apple that had fallen and split open, and she pointed at the green shoots growing from the seeds, and she was silent.