Vespers
As light departs to let the
earth be one with night,
Silence deepens in the mind, and thoughts grow
slow;
The basket of twilight brims over with colors
Gathered from within
the sacred meadows of the day
And offered like blessings to the gathering
Tenebrae.
After the day's frenzy, may
the heart grow still,
Gracious in thought for all the day
brought,
Surprises that dawn could never have dreamed:
The blue silence
that came to still the mind,
The quiver of mystery at the edge of a
glimpse,
The golden echoes of worlds behind voices.
Tense faces unable to hide
what gripped the heart,
The abrupt cut of a glance or a word that
hurt,
The flame of longing that distance darkened,
Bouquets of memory
gathered on the heart's altar,
The thorns of absence in the rose of
dream.
And the whole while the
unknown underworld
Of the mind, turning slowly, in its secret orbit.
May
the blessing of sleep bring refreshment and release
And the Angel of the moon
call the rivers of dream
To soften the hardened earth of the outside
life,
Disentangle from the trapped nets the hurts and sorrow,
And awaken
the young soul for the new tomorrow.
~ John O'Donohue
~
(To Bless the Space Between
Us)
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