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Saturday, March 18, 2006

Beannacht ~ "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 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.

~ John O'Donohue ~
(Echoes of Memory)

6 Comments:

Blogger Lorraine said...

Beautiful :)

Monday, 20 March, 2006  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

i am meant to be a 'wordsmith'.
words fail.
beautiful.

Monday, 20 March, 2006  
Blogger Granny said...

Echo.

Monday, 20 March, 2006  
Blogger sapphoq said...

This is a very pretty poem and indeed I feel blessed by it. Thankyou and blessed be always,

~spike q

Wednesday, 22 March, 2006  
Blogger Davo said...

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.

arrgh, MD, have just posted a 'flit b moonlight ' pic. Those words work deep inter me heart.
Cheers,
D

Sunday, 26 March, 2006  
Blogger Mother Damnable said...

It's beautiful isn't it?

I can feel it working it's magic for me :>)

Tuesday, 28 March, 2006  

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