Beannacht by John O’Donohue

John O’Donohue (1954 to 2008) was a poet, theologian, and philosopher. Authored several books, including Anam Ċara, Beauty, and Eternal Echoes. This poem Beannacht (the Irish for for Blessings) John wrote for his mother after the death of her husband, his father. John grew up speaking the Irish language on a farm in a remote area of the Burren in County Clare. He has a deep understand of how the Celts experienced a connection to the spirit of Nature and it’s support which he expresses beautifully in this poem.

Beannacht

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.

Consider joining me on a Journey to the West of Ireland to the amazing region of The Burren where John O’Donohue was born and raised. For more information on the next trip visit http://creativitygoeswild.com/west-of-ireland/

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