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SHE WHO DWELLS WITHIN by Brigid Clare Oak

 Sometimes it is the courageous voice of another woman;

…another poet, that inspires me to open once again, to respond to the call of the voice of the woman; the poet, who is my own soul. Such is the case today, and I am thankful.

     It can be a harrowing thing to encounter the truth and power abiding in one's own being, especially for a woman who has taken on board many external messages which seek to silence that truth and diminish, or even altogether destroy that power. But if courage can be gathered to touch that Sacred Space; to dare speak the Name which bears the Deepest Voice of Soul, then She Who Dwells Within may grant us true peace and rest, as She carries us through every fear and trial until we become Her; the Fullness of Ourselves. 

She Who Dwells Within
by Brigid Clare Oak 

I spoke Her Name
aloud today;
the Old One inside,
Who, even now, is
Where I Am Going.
And in my speaking,
Strength rose up,
Grace poured down,
Wisdom wrapped round
about; a Sacred Mantle.
Lovingly, She
in me spoke in turn,
“You’ve much to learn
and to discern along the Path
to this Place I hold for you,
but do not fear for I
have cleared the Way.”
It’s a comfort,
how She knows me
and shows me how
to see myself aright.
It’s a blessing
how She loves me
through all my false starts
and cradles my heart;
patient and tender
as a Nursing Mother
Whose little one
can’t quite seem to latch on.
I spoke Her Name
aloud today;
the Old One
Who kindles my flames
and pulls my tides,
Who stands my ground
and teaches me to fly.
Keeper of my Inner Elements.
And in my speaking,
I saw through Her
Old Eyes,
Looking back
and forward all at once,
This Moment of Grace~
The Holy Place,
Where I rest
and She begins to rise.

(Find more of Brigid's poetry in our new book here) 



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. She Who Knows, the Singer Over The Bones. Thank you for your beautiful poem. It touched me deeply. Many blessings!

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