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KEEPING OF DAYS by Brigid Clare Oak

I believe strongly in the Keeping of Days…

I believe in accepting the invitation of auspicious moments in time which call us to celebration, solemnity, growth, or change. Beyond the notion of mundane resolutions, I believe we are always being called to align the earthly expression of our being with our Highest, Deepest Soulful Self. New Year's Day can be acknowledged as such a Day of Soulful Opportunity. 
Artwork by Ian Marke
Keeping of Days
by Brigid Clare Oak

Thou Who Art Life,
Thou Who Art Love,
Holy One of Blessing,
Beauty, and Balance,

with hope and trust,
I fall into Your future,
and surrender to the story
You are writing for me.

With gratitude, I glance
back upon the turbulence
of the last year;
the lessons learned
through life-altering
moments of terror, resolve, and hope~

aware that Your greatest gift
is the moment…this moment;
the space between
each thought and action,

the womb wherein Decision
plants the seed and
Destiny fertilizes the potential;
birthing yet another moment~

the gift of Creativity,
of lifecraft,
of choosing who I will be.

Gracious, Generous, Generative One~
be in my choosing and my creating.

Be my canvas, my colors,
my Very Hand.

Walk before me,
walk beside me,
walk behind me
through the threshold
of this New Year.

Thou Who Art the Door
and the Way through It.

Thou Who Art Every Blessed Moment
Awaiting Beyond It.

O Christ of my Heart,
Life of my Life,
Love of my Love!

Creator, Redeemer, Sustainer;
Ancient and Ever New,
carry me till I am
born into You.
"Another World" by Christian Schloe 

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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