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 some shadow of delight

When the canvas frays in the currah 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.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours

May the clarity of Light be yours

May the fluency of the ocean be yours

And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you an invisible cloak

To mind your life.

John O’Donohue