A Celtic 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 gray window
And the ghost of loss
Gets in to you,
May a flock of colors,
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.

And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.

–Adapted from: O’Donohue, John. Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

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