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A SACRED SURRENDER by Brigid Clare Oak

It's been nearly a quarter century since I first encountered the figure of Brigid of Ireland. 

She befriended me immediately and has not left me since. Hers is a beautiful, trusted presence in my heart and soul; a deep source of healing, inspiration, and encouragement. On this, Her Feast, I bring this offering, with gratitude and great love!

A Sacred Surrender
by Brigid Clare Oak

Brigid of the Christ Light;
Keeper of the Eternal Flame;
Mother, Muse, Melder
of Home and Hearth.  
Fair Bride, Fierce Bride;
Bright Sun, Mysterious Moon;
Star-clad, Sky-cloaked
Woman of Peace and Power!
In this most pure and potent Hour,
and in All Moments, surrounding;
Be my lifting, be my grounding;
Be my gifting; my soul's true sounding;
That I may shine forth
Your hospitality and grace;
That I may embody
Your warm embrace;
That I may with strength
the weak protect,
and with Your Light;
despair deflect.
That I may with
Your Dear Hands heal,
and forge connections
strong and real;
That I may drink worthily
from Your Well,
and with my life Your Legends tell.
Flaming Arrow
of the Mother's Love;
May I be below
as You Are Above.
~a prayer of purpose 

~~~

Brigid Bright
and Brigid True,
I bring my body
Home to You;
Refresh me with
Your morning dew,
and heal all that is past.
Brigid Fierce
and Brigid Fair,
I place my body
in Your Care;
Oh, wrap me in
Your golden hair;
to Your Heart hold me fast.
Brigid Wise
and Brigid Strong,
to my own body
I belong;
To God and to
the Earth's Great Song;
Whose Memory shall last.
~a song of healing and homecoming
  

 ~~~

at Brigid's Hearth
I warm my heart
and meet my 
soul's true stride

pains are soothed
poems planted 
strength forged from 
noble, attendant flames 

the eastern sky 
spreads Her smile
over frosty hills
fast melting 

beneath Her
sweet golden Love
blessed am I 
here poised 

between this
nurturing fire 
and divine desire 
to light another day

to still myself in the wisdom
of spring's coming 
and let Brigid 
have Her way

~ a sacred surrender 


Brigid Clare Oak: As a very young girl, I discovered the magic of turning my observations and swirling thoughts and feelings into poems and songs. The love of language; spoken, sung, and written, and also the silent language of presence, has remained through all life's twists and turns. I am a lover and celebrant of the elements and seasons of the Heart and Soul, of Earth and Spirit; finding All Life to be sacred. I deeply enjoy the privilege of sharing my life with three beloved children and a few more than three beloved friends. Presently I work in the field of in-home elder care and companioning. My greatest joy is found in being with those I so dearly love, and in the embrace and beauty of Nature. 

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