Beannacht: A Poem

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“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 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 a”

Kottie Gaydos

“The poem for those on unsteady ground. O’Donohue’s interview with Krista Tippett remains one of the most poignant and heartfull conversations.”

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