John really was cut from a rare piece of cloth. And I really mean a really rare piece of cloth. Yesterday I posted these words from him along with a link where he is reading from his book of blessings. Our times are desperate for this. They are desperate for meaning and belonging. I think that in the parched deserts of post modernity a blessing can be like the discovery of a fresh well. It would be lovely if we could rediscover our power to bless each other. Today, my friend Annie Daugherty posted a quote where John is addressing the dark seasons friendships sometimes go through. It reminded me of this Blessing. For Love in a Time of Conflict. By John O’Donohue (From To Bless The Space Between Us) When the gentleness between you hardens And you fall out of your belonging with each other, May the depths you have reached hold you still. When no true word can be said, or heard, And you mirror each other in the script of hurt, When even the silence has become raw and torn, May you hear again an echo of your first music. When the weave of affection starts to unravel And anger begins to sear the ground between you, Before this weather of grief invites The black seed of bitterness to find root, May your souls come to kiss. Now is the time for one of you to be gracious, To allow a kindness beyond thought and hurt, Reach out with sure hands To take the chalice of your love, And carry it carefully through this echoless waste Until this winter pilgrimage leads you Towards the gateway to spring.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 15:50:54 +0000
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