I stumbled recently into the gorgeousness that is the poetry of John O'Donohue. I have been reading this poem aloud to all my classes this past week and now, Shanti Town, it's your turn. As a primer, the title, "Beannacht" means "blessing", and the word "currach" (found in the second stanza) is a kind of hand-made boat (um...I think).
Enjoy, Shanti-towners, and please know that all of these things he wishes for all of us, I also wish...for all of you.
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.
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