For Belonging
May you listen to your longing to be free.
May the frames of your belonging be generous
enough for your dreams.
My you arise each day with a voice of blessing whis-
pering in your heart.
May you find a harmony between your soul and
your life.
May the sanctuary of your soul never become
haunted.
May you know the eternal longing that lives at the
heart of time.
heart of time.
May there be kindness in your gaze when you look
within.
May you never place walls between the light and
yourself.
May you allow the wild beauty of the invisible world
together you, mind you, and embrace you in
belonging.
The poems in To Bless the Space Between Us by John O’Donohue’s are marked by grace and clarity. The seven sections of the collection move the reader from birth through death and mirror the sacraments in tone and mystery. These are poems written by a Celtic mystic who also happens to be a fine poet.
“For Belonging” is a poem I wished I could have recited to my children from the time they were born. Which is not to say that I did not repeat some version of this in my own jumbled way. It’s just that O’Donohue has said it best. So now that my children are grown, I have to say this when they aren't listening and bless them when they aren’t looking.
John O'Donohue (1 January 1956 – 3 January 2008) was a poet and Hegelian philosopher from County Clare, Ireland, where his father was a stonemason.[1] He is best known for popularizing Celtic spirituality . O'Donohue received a PhD in philosophical theology from Tübingen University in 1990. He was ordained as Catholic priest, but left the priesthood in the 1990s.
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