“When your eyes freeze behind the gray window…”


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 gray window

And the ghost of loss

Gets in to you,

May a flock of colors,

Indigo, red, green

And azure blue

Come to awaken in you

A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays

In the curach 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’Donnahue

This poem may be found in the deeply supportive empowering book of poetry:  O’Donnahue, John. To Bless the Space Between Us. 2008, Penguin Randon House.