By John O'Donohue from his lovely book, "To Bless the Space Between Us."
(c) John O'Donohue. All rights reserved. www.johnodonohue.com
May morning be astir with the harvest of night;
Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,
Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse
That cut right through the surface to a source.
May this morning be a morning of innocent beginning,
When the gift within you slips clear
Of the sticky web of the personal
With its hurt and its hauntings,
And fixed fortress corners,
A morning when you become a pure vessel
For what wants to ascend from silence,
May your imagination know
The grace of perfect danger,
To reach beyond imitation,
And the wheel of repetition,
Deep into the call of all
The unfinished and unsolved
Until the veil of the unknown yields
And something original begins
To stir toward your senses
And grow stronger in your heart
In order to come to birth
In a clear line of form,
That claims from time
A rhythm not yet heard,
That calls space to
A different shape.
May it be its own force field
And dwell uniquely
Between the heart and the light
To surprise the hungry eye
By how deftly it fits
About its secret loss.
Grace & peace on the creative journey ~ deAnn
3 comments:
It is so great to see how John’s work continues to weave “words of love . . . an invisible cloak, to mind your life.” I want to support you in sharing that inspiration and love; and I am also responsible for minding the technicalities connected with the preservation of John’s estate and literary legacy.
John’s family would be very grateful if you would add to your quote the copyright attribution ( © John O’Donohue. All rights reserved). It would also be great if you could provide a link to the web site: www.johnodonohue.com — so that those who want to know more about John can come to us?
warmly and with gratitude,
Lindaa
Linda, nice to hear from you. Absolutely, I'll add the things you suggested. Anything to help direct people to John's work. He's one of my all time favorites!! So much love and talent. I was so sad to hear of his passing. Too young.
Grace and peace-deAnn
Oh, in fact, I'll add the same info you suggested to my other blog where I posted his lovely poem "for the mother to be."
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