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FLOWER by Brigid Clare Oak

I confess to an ongoing battle within myself…

Part of me feels safe confined in more traditional and socially accepted parameters of belief and being, and part of me feels utterly maddened by those same parameters. I seem to be engaged in a constant work of integration of my "inner nun" and my "inner gypsy".

There is a lovely Feminine Presence who seems always to softly swoop in and rescue me when I have gone too far into hiding and am in danger of losing the more colorful part of myself. She seems always to arrive in the spring: to tend the garden of my restless soul. Blessed is She. 
Photography by Catherine Ghosh

Flower 
by Brigid Clare Oak

You call me into
this quiet space
where You alone
can teach me
You, of the Soft Hands
and the Tender Heart
You, of the Fierce Freedom
and Powerful Protection

You reach into
my woundedness
and draw me forth
from my own clutching keeping
Out of that tiny, hidden room
where the child is still weeping

You gather the vapor
from all around me
of what I have so carelessly given away
and from it, form a cloud
of cleansing rain above my head
to wash away all fear and dread
with Your kind, insistent shower~
to clear the dust of my diminishment
and reveal the gift of gracious power
You have bestowed upon me

Sometimes I feel
I sleep beneath
the mountain of my prayers
My light reluctant and resting underground
Oh…I have found treasure there
in the dark deep necessity of my hiding;
a Faithful Presence there abiding
while I so busy about mothering and othering
I did not notice I was smothering
in a cold cave of my own making

But once again
You are quaking
in my simple soul
So invested You are
in ushering me into the Light
and kissing me Whole~
in healing me and vesting me
in Your Own colorful finery~

a flower in Your Field,
face upturned to the Sun.



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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