Friday, June 23, 2023

On Waking


I give thanks for arriving
Safely in a new dawn,
For the gift of eyes
To see the world,
The gift of mind
To feel at home
In my life.
The waves of possibility
Breaking on the shore of dawn,
The harvest of the past
That awaits my hunger,
And all the furtherings
This new day will bring.
--JOHN O'DONOHUE

[Connemara, Co. Galway, Ireland 2018]



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