Shortly before his death in 2008, the late Irish poet John O'Donohue recited this poem, meaning blessing, during an interview with Krista Tippett. 
His close friends' photographs of him in his Celtic landscapes are woven into this reading. 
As Lent draws nearer to Holy Week I echo the words of this blessing on us all. Lyrics follow on from video

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)

1 comment:

claire said...

Thank you for the blessing, Phil. It is beautiful :-)