For My Mentor, "A"
A former professor of mine, someone I now consider a friend, has received a diagnosis of cancer and is recovering now from surgery. He faces chemo and radiation in the near future. This man means the world to me. I was never one of his clients, obviously, but his encouragement, honesty, sense of humor, and care for me while I was in seminary (10 years) healed me in some profound ways. I have been in constant prayer for him and his sweet wife since I heard this news.
This blessing from John O'Donohue goes out to both of them.
This blessing from John O'Donohue goes out to both of them.
For Light
Light cannot see inside things.
Light cannot see inside things.
That is what the dark is for:
Minding the interior,
Nurturing the draw of growth
Through places where death
In its own way turns into life.
In the glare of neon times,
In the glare of neon times,
Let our eyes not be worn
By surfaces that shine
With hunger made attractive.
That our thoughts may be true light,
That our thoughts may be true light,
Finding their way into words
Which have the weight of shadow
To hold the layers of truth.
That we never place our trust
That we never place our trust
In minds claimed by empty light,
Where one-sided certainties
Are driven by false desire.
When we look into the heart,
When we look into the heart,
May our eyes have the kindness
And reverence of candlelight.
That the searching of our minds
That the searching of our minds
Be equal to the oblique
Crevices and corners where
The mystery continues to dwell,
Glimmering in fugitive light.
When we are confined inside
When we are confined inside
The dark house of suffering
That moonlight might find a window.
When we become false and lost
When we become false and lost
That the severe noon-light
Would cast our shadow clear.
When we love, that dawn-light
When we love, that dawn-light
Would lighten our feet
Upon the waters.
As we grow old, that twilight
As we grow old, that twilight
Would illuminate treasure
In the fields of memory.
And when we come to search for God,
And when we come to search for God,
Let us first be robed in night,
Put on the mind of morning
To feel the rush of light
Spread slowly inside
The color and stillness
Of a found word.
~ John O'Donohue ~
(To Bless the Space Between Us)
~ John O'Donohue ~
(To Bless the Space Between Us)
Comments
B) That is one of the most profound things I have ever read; truly the person who wrote it understands the mysteries.