Thursday, July 29, 2010


I think it's safe to say that I have not read nor heard anyone describe more perfectly what my journey over the past several years has felt like then John O'Donohue does in this Speaking Of Faith podcast. Listen to it here THE INNER LANDSCAPE OF BEAUTY

Mr. O'Donohue: This is a poem I wrote several years ago, and it's called, Beannacht, which is the Gaelic word for blessing.

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 curach 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.

1 comment:

Suz said...

absolutely love the poem!