Wednesday, January 30, 2019

John O'Donohue: For Death


From the moment you were born,
Your death has walked beside you.
Though it seldom shows its face,
You still feel its empty touch
When fear invades your life,
Or what you love it lost
Or inner damage is incurred.

Yet when destiny draws you 
Into these spaces of poverty,
And your heart stays generous
Until some door opens into the light,
You are quietly befriending your death;
So that you will have no need to fear
When your time comes to turn and leave.

That the silent presence of your death
Would call your life to attention,
Wake you up to how scarce your time is
And to the urgency to become free
And equal to the call of your destiny.

That you would gather yourself
And decide carefully
How you can live
The life you would love
To look back on
From your deathbed.

John O'Donohue
From To Bless the Space Between Us:
A Book of Blessings

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