John O’Donohue’s celtic-accented voice has such a magical quality about it, reaching deep into some inner part of my being. The words, rhythm and images of his beautiful “Beannacht" spoken in his own voice bring me an immediate sense of calm, of wonder, of a connectedness with all that is. Suitable for this holy day in honor of a blessed saint, yes? Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Namaste.
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.
--John O'Donohue
