O’DONOHUE, John

On Waking

I give thanks for arriving

Safely in a new dawn,
For the gift of eyes
to see the world,
The gift of mind
To feel at home
In my life,
The waves of possibility
Breaking on the shore of dawn,

The harvest of the past
that awaits my hunger,
And all the furtherings
This new day will bring.


For The Dying

May death come gently towards you,

Leaving you time to make your way

Through the cold embrace of fear

To the place of inner tranquility.

May death arrive only after a long life

To find you at home among your own

With every comfort and care you require.

May your leave-taking be gracious,

Enabling you to hold dignity

Through awkwardness and illness.

May you see the reflection

Of your life's kindness and beauty

In all the tears that fall for you.

As your eyes focus on each face,

May your soul take its imprint

Drawing each image within

As companions for the journey.

May you find for each one you love

A different locket of jewelled words

To be worn around the heart

To warm your absence.

May someone who knows and loves

The complex village of your heart

Be there to echo you back to yourself

And create a sure word-raft

To carry you to the further shore.

May your spirit feel

The surge of true delight

When the veil of the visible

Is raised, and you glimpse again

The living faces

Of departed family and friends.

May there be some beautiful surprise

Waiting for you inside death,

Something you never knew or felt,

Which with one simple touch

Absolves you of all loneliness and loss,

As you quicken within the embrace

For which your soul was eternally made.

May your heart be speechless

At the sight of the truth

Of all your belief had hoped,

Your heart breathless

In the light and lightness

Where each and every thing

Is at last its true self

Within that serene belonging

That dwells beside us

On the other side

Of what we see.