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The celebration of Christmas is for me the celebration of humility…

It is a celebration of Divinity bowing low to touch us, to kiss us, to truly be with us, and ultimately to *Be* us so that we may understand the true nature of our being.

The realization of our Divinity does not lead us into a lofty, majestic state, but instead circles us back to humility; to humus, to the extraordinary blessing and sacredness of our earthly lives and the full scope of our blissful, excruciating humanity.

Christmas called the Holy One in to fully participate in Earth's Mysteries, and Christmas calls us in to fully participate in the Divinity which is our origin, our home, our very substance. 

Christmas Called Me In
by Brigid Clare Oak

Christmas called me in
To the heart’s quieter place
Away from all work and worry
And the intrusion of outer images

Christmas called me in
To that space where I am free
From the illusion of entitlement
And the laughable notion of intellectual property

Christmas called me in
To the Realm of the Infant
Into helplessness and crying
And the universal truth of vulnerability

Christmas called me in
To the Hope already born
To the ending written
Long before the prologue wet the page

Christmas called me in
To Love Uncontainable
And the sustainable peace
Of Its full foregone
And future surrender

Christmas called me in
To the tender seeing of the Midnight Clear
And the gentle hearing of the Silent Night
Senses bestowed upon the lovelorn and senseless

Christmas called me in
To the cradle of the defenseless
The Light of the World shining
On, In, and Through
Eternity, You, and Me.

Brigid Clare Oak lives a quiet life of poetry, prayer, and presence. She is a liturgist, vocalist, and composer of spiritual songs, and works also in the field of elder care and companioning. Brigid is mother to three beloved children; two grown sons and a teenage daughter. Together they enjoy copious amounts of tea, laughter, and love. 

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  1. How lovely!! I am going to share this in my yoga workshop this afternoon. I am so glad I found this today..what a blessing to my heart <3

  2. "Christmas called me in
    To the Hope already born
    To the ending written
    Long before the prologue wet the page"

    I love the last two lines of this stanza. Just beautiful!!

  3. How beautiful. This captures that pregnant stillness that can be felt and gently unpacks it.

  4. May I share this with my poetry Circle? We meet 4 or 5 times a year at a retreat house, and one gathering is usually in Advent. This is the ministry of at the Centering Space retreat center in Cleveland, OH. Thanks for considering this request. It's lovely. kim


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