A poem

[CHfather]

Just wanted to share this with you all: made me think of you when I read it. (A "currach," I'm told, is a kind of canvas canoe.)

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.

[TakinitEZ]

Nice. I canoed often, especially at this time of year, before all this came on. I can certainly relate to the metaphor of canoeing/kayaking into the unknown and a brief shimmer of moonlight providing the path forward. Very nice poem. -Chris

[tingeling]

Beautiful

Soothing the "path of life".

Thank you for sharing