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YOU BRING ME HOME TO MYSELF by Brigid Clare Oak

There are certain times each year when I sense especially beloved, supportive Presences rising up within or gathering round about me…

The first of February is such a time, as Brigid of Ireland is celebrated, both as pre-Christian Goddess and Christian Saint. She has been a faithful Soul Friend and Companion to me for many, many years. These words were written to thank and honor Her for always leading me Home.  

You Bring Me Home to Myself
by Brigid Clare Oak

I find You
breathing deep
in the softness of my belly;
waiting with Wisdom
in Silence and Smile, then erupting in knowing laughter.

One glance from Your Love-lit Eyes,
one touch of Your Milk-white Hand,
and all the Kindness of Heaven
wells up within and washes over me.
I know You understand.

Dear Shepherdess,
You bring me Home to Myself;
to this tiny chamber painted with poetry
and smelling of prayer;
to my mother’s worn chair,
to my humble bed;
to my daft heart that dances
to the song of wind and rain;
to the pristine pain of this happy, headlong Love.

You just smile and tell me I’m enough.
No matter that I have no plan,
content to ride each day’s fresh wave.

No matter all the colors bleeding,
and vacillating strength and needing.
What matters is the fear receding
and Love come into bloom.
The Shepherdess in my belly.
The Island in my room.
St. Brigid by Margaret Tarrant 



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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