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I REMEMBER IT WELL by Brigid Clare Oak

This piece of writing flowed from the remembrance of the time when I began awakening to a Feminine Divine Presence...

It was about twenty years ago. While it was a beautiful awakening, it also brought with it much fear, and the challenging work of integration. 

Having been steeped in a religious tradition filled with exclusively masculine imagery and language, and most of my friends still being very much immersed in that tradition, it was nothing less than terrifying on various levels. Ultimately though, that Tender Presence I encountered all those years ago was sweet, strong, and insistent enough to make that integration well worth the effort and cost. 

For me, the Realm of Roses is the Realm of the Feminine. My reference to Ageless Angels has to do with a miscarriage and the death of my earthly mother which I experienced during the season of life memorialized in these words. 

I Remember It Well
by Brigid Clare Oak

I remember
the Realm of Roses
The softness of
seasons cycling round
The sound of Your Heartbeat
The tenderness of Your Touch
I remember
the weighted cloak of mists
and paths of damp petals
The lingering lullabies
of Ageless Angels who danced
too briefly upon the earth
I remember
a pink so pale
its subtlety took my breath away
and made an indelible impression
no bolder color could ever match
I remember
the painful eviction of fear
My determination to clear and to keep
a safe space within for You to dwell
O Blessed Lady, I remember it well
And I have earned
this present place of peace
having passed courses
offered only by the heart
in the Institute of Intuition
So that in this world
where You are so often
carelessly dismissed
and callously driven away
I acknowledge You
I bid You stay
Smiling over
the Shepherds and Kings
The Gentle Voice
Who sings the springtime breeze
And Whose laughter laps the rocks
along the brook
Who in calm understanding
of the wounded ways of man
has no stern word
for skeptics and scoffers
but offers always
the Warm Assurance of True Wisdom.
~
Painting by Oleg Buyko


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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