January is, for me, a month of stirring and calling… While I am able to settle into December and all the deep gifts which lie beneath the surface of its obvious, outward celebrations; January's greatest gift seems to be that of unsettling. I become uncomfortable with cloud and cold, and even a hint of sun and warmth stirs up an ecstatic longing for spring; the Lady's Season. And so I begin preparing for my annual inner journey... To Avalon by Brigid Clare Oak Smile sweet January Day Morning moon And sun at play Great tall pines The only green Eager Life Below, unseen. Just this touch Of teasing sun Enough to leave me Quite undone And long for more My freckling friend The lavish love His rays extend. Called am I From winter’s sadness Into spring’s resplendent gladness All cold and gloom Shall soon be gone I’ll cross again To Avalon. Brigid Clare Oak lives a quiet life of poetry, prayer, and presence. ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry