
At the End of the
Year
The particular mind of the ocean
Filling the coastline's
longing
With such brief harvest
Of elegant, vanishing waves
Is like the
mind of time
Opening us shapes of days.
As this year draws to
its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became
inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them.
The
days when the veil lifted
And the soul could see delight;
When a quiver
caressed the heart
In the sheer exuberance of being
here.
Surprises that came awake
In forgotten corners of old
fields
Where expectation seemed to have quenched.
The slow,
brooding times
When all was awkward
And the wave in the mind
Pierced
every sore with salt.
The darkened days that stopped
The
confidence of the dawn.
Days when beloved faces shone
brighter
With light from beyond themselves;
And from the granite of some
secret sorrow
A stream of buried tears loosened.
We bless this
year for all we learned,
For all we loved and lost
And for the quiet way
it brought us
Nearer to our invisible destination.
~ John O'Donohue
~
(To Bless the Space Between
Us)
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