Ivan M. Granger April 19th, 2008
About a month ago, I was diagnosed with a metabolic disorder that periodically causes profound fatigue, mild tremors in the arms, sometimes irregular heartbeat. These are symptoms I’ve had on and off throughout my life, but in recent weeks they’ve been so severe that I finally sought a medical diagnosis. Because of the severity of my symptoms recently, I’ve been unable to fully support myself and my family through my day job as a computer programmer. As someone who is self-employed (as well as a spiritual seeker and sometimes poet who doesn’t fit well into societal structures) I have no health insurance to cover my medical expenses or lost wages.
For that reason I am reaching out to you, the Poetry Chaikhana community, for help.
First, let me acknowledge all of you who have already sent contributions to the Poetry Chaikhana. Knowing that no donation is ever required, I am always humbled by and deeply appreciative of every contribution.
I also recognize that I am not the only one with financial challenges, so please don’t ever feel you need to send anything you can’t truly afford. A small amount – from many people – is immensely helpful. Many contributions from many people makes the Poetry Chaikhana a community project, maintained by many helping hands.
If you find inspiration and meaning in the Poetry Chaikhana poems and commentary, and if you can afford to do so, please consider making a donation. You can click one of the donation buttons below to contribute online through PayPal, or you can mail a check or money order to:
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Of course, I welcome all of your prayers and supportive thoughts. That too is a valuable offering.
Thank you so much.
Ivan
A Blessing for One Who is Exhausted
by John O’Donohue
When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight,
The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.
Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.
The ride you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.
You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.
At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.
You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.
Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.
Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.
— from To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings, by John O’Donohue
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