Find Your People

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 you in
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 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.

bennacht ~ John O'Donohue