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Beannacht / Blessing
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 in to you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come to awaken in you 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 clarity of light 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.
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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
This blessing poem builds on the great tradition of Irish blessings
Like a wise man who has seen much, he doesn't shy away from the terrible difficulties we all encounter on the journey of life in the opening lines. But he also suggests to us that there is a silent conspiracy to help us forward, support and intelligence in the very earth beneath our feet.
On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
His lines are not only filled with a patient sort of compassion, he reminds us that compassion and quiet wisdom is present all around us.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
I think the real power of a blessing poem like this is that it weaves a new vision of the world in words. The real blessing given us is new eyes.
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
The real blessing is that these words give us new ways to view the world we encounter, laying for us a new pattern for ordering our perception of reality. If we let it, this blessing becomes "an invisible cloak," a heartful awareness that is a gentle buffer while it also keeps us connected to our world.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
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