To Come Home to Yourself

This is from John O’Donohue’s blessing entitled, “To Come Home to Yourself” and I’m holding it these days. Hold it with me:

May all that is unforgiven in you

Be released.

May your fears yield

Their deepest tranquilities.

May all that is unlived in you

Blossom into a future

Graced with love.

Lamentation

A guttural cry

A low throbbing

An increasing urge to yell

An emptiness previously unknown

A sharp, intense plunging

A penetrating silence

An identification with the past

A wrecked soul

An image of what God didn’t intend

A fullness of extremes

A numbing of it all

A deep seeing of reality

A wordless suffering

A breaking that doesn’t end

A desire to destroy

A scratching at hope unfelt

A splurge of pain

A hollowness that’s hard to hold

A descending into depths

Another splurge of pain

An unutterable scene within

A weird desire to die

A corresponding desire to live

An eventual opening

A difference in everything

A new world

Taking a Page from Myself

Wouldn’t life be sweeter if we spoke to one another in tones of possibility and faith? We can do this. We can say words of greatness and calling and majesty when we speak to each other. Our words can fill the ears of the children in our neighborhoods, the colleagues in our workplaces, and the friends at our tables. We can declare wonderful hopes and prophesy tomorrows of splendor, and each word can be powerful. Those declarations would be welcome by the people we speak of because it would be a surprising, strange gift to be so well-regarded.

Wondrous Communicator, grant me the blessing to speak such blessings to, for, and about others today.

 

(Hope, Day 25)