Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Jessica Will be proud of me(then again maybe not)

Perusing the feeds on Google reader like isles at the grovery store I came across this poem that one blogger used with permission and I will use without:

Beannacht ("Blessing") by John O’Donohue

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

Also I suggest that you make this frequent read!


Meg Schroeder said...

Thanks James, just the type of blessing I needed on our cold and snowy day here as I revisit some of the dark days of recent past.