This must feel like the longest week of your lives. Know that you, Mary Lou, Ciara, and Terra's family have been held close all the while, in my heart and so many others. Love to you all. Kath This Blessing is from the late Irish poet, John O'Donohue, whose book, "To Bless the Space Between Us," was published after his own untimely death in January. This poem, written for another who was grieving great loss, is taken from that book. Beannacht For Josie (c) John O'Donohue from "To Bless the Space Between Us," Doubleday 2008 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 into 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 curragh 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.
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