A poem to sustain you

 Maybe it's because O'Donohue wrote this poem for his mom when his dad died that makes it feel so timely. An acknowledgement of death and life has felt really important for me right now.

Beannacht from yes yoga in mpls shared this in their community newsletter . She writes:
Knowing that from death comes creation, a newness and yet grief is often present at the same time. There could be pain or anguish. Maybe even fear. Sitting with and honoring the complexity of humanness has been a big aspect to my life this year. How about you? How are you connecting to multiple truths being apart of your experience right now?

 

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 into 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.