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YOU AND ALL THINGS by Brigid Clare Oak

The Divine is Everywhere!

When I am tempted to limit The Divine, there comes, by grace, a gentle corrective to my soul; that I may know the Inestimable Gift and Inevitable Fulfillment of Life and Love in myself, and all things.


You and All Things
by Brigid Clare Oak

Do not think Me
distant and cold.
I Am the Warm One
beside you in soft summer grass.
Do not think Me
hard as marble
or breakable as glass.
I Am Breath.
I Am Blood.
I Am Deep Well of Presence.
Find in Me
your cleansing.
Find in Me
your refreshing.
Find in Me
your life, your flow, your peace;
your joy, your song, your sweet release.
Do not think Me
any law but Love;
Love Overshadowing.
Love Enlightening.
Love Encircling.
Love Indwelling.
Love, the Ground
and Growth of All Being.
I Am
The Love,
The Lover,
The Beloved.
I Am the ecstatic
swelling of your soul;
Divinity spilling,
overflowing;
the human heart thrilling,
the human mind knowing.
I Am moist earth’s
turning and tilling.
I Am the Hope.
I Am the Healing.
I Am You
and All Things
Made Whole.




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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