Dear Ones,

This morning, I was reminded of a poem by Irish Poet John O’Donohue. A poem that I shared on my blog on January 7, 2019 as I answered the call to travel to the nation’s capital. I am still in awe as to how it happened, guided by the Light that I was.

The last verse, perhaps the most meaningful one—about searching for the Divine—came back to me a few days ago as I was looking for a quote to share with a group.

Holding the Light is what we do, silently, in our respective corners of the world. Even if we don’t get any visibility, a vibrant spark within tells us it is important and meaningful work. Opening our hearts and sending creative energy into the world.

As we know, the Light dispels the darkness and verily, it opens the path of the wanderer.

Aren’t we all wanderers in a journey called Life?

Thanks for holding your Light!

Topic: Holding our Light

Time: Nov 13 @ 3:00 PM Eastern Time

Meeting ID: 837 4715 8428

For Light by John O’Donohue

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,
Let our eyes not be worn
By surfaces that shine
With hunger made attractive.

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
In minds claimed by empty light,
Where one-sided certainties
Are driven by false desire.

When we look into the heart,
May our eyes have the kindness
And reverence of candlelight.

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
The dark house of suffering
That moonlight might find a window.

When we become false and lost
That the severe noon-light
Would cast our shadow clear.

When we love, that dawn-light
Would lighten our feet
Upon the waters.

As we grow old, that twilight
Would illuminate treasure
In the fields of memory.

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)