Monday, April 26, 2021

Blessing For A Nurse

 

Your mind knows the world of illness,
the fright that invades a person
arriving in and out of the world,
distraught and grieved by illness.
How it can strip a life of its joy,
dim the light of the heart
put shock in the eyes.

You see worlds breaking
at the onset of illness:

families at bedsides distraught
that their mother's name has come up
in the secret lottery of misfortune
that had always chosen someone else.
You watch their helpless love
that would exchange places with her.


The veil of skin opened,
The search through the body's night
To remove tissue, war-torn with cancer.

Young lives that should be out in the sun
enjoying life with wild hearts,
come in here lamed by accident
and the lucky ones who leave,
already old and in captive posture.

The elderly, who should be prepared,
but are frightened and unsure.
You understand no one
can learn beforehand
an elegant or easy way to die.

In this fragile frontier-place, your kindness
becomes a light that consoles the brokenhearted,
awakens within desperate storms
that oasis of serenity that calls
the spirit to rise from beneath the weight of pain,
to create a new space in the person’s mind
where they gain distance from their suffering
and begin to see the invitation
to integrate and transform it.

May you embrace the beauty in what you do
and how you stand like a secret angel
between the bleak despair of illness
and the unquenchable light of spirit
that can turn the darkest destiny toward dawn.

May you never doubt the gifts you bring;
Rather, learn from these frontiers
wisdom for your own heart.
May you come to inherit
the blessings of your kindness
and never be without care and love
when winter enters your own life.

--John O'Donohue

[Photo of our daughter who is a flight nurse and nurse practitioner].


Sunday, April 11, 2021

A Light Exists in Spring

 



 

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

--Emily Dickinson




Saturday, April 10, 2021

The Heart of Evening

 

Day over.  Wind gone.

No sound but

an owl far away.


Let my careworn heart

take refuge

in the heart of evening.


--David Budbill



Friday, April 2, 2021

Still


A Blessing for Good Friday
This day
let all stand still
in silence,
in sorrow.
Sun and moon
be still.
Earth
be still.
Still
the waters.
Still
the wind.
Let the ground
gape in stunned
lamentation.
Let it weep
as it receives
what it thinks
it will not
give up.
Let it groan
as it gathers
the One
who was thought
forever stilled.
Time
be still.
Watch
and wait.
Still.
—Jan Richardson



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