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We referenced John O'Donohue's poem in our March newsletter. Here it is in full. Stacy's 5,4,3,2,1 poem is below.
A Blessing For The Interim Time
When near the end of day, life has drained
Out of light, and it is too soon
For the mind of night to have darkened things,
No place looks like itself, loss of outline
Makes everything look strangely in-between,
Unsure of what has been, or what might come.
In this wan light, even trees seem groundless.
In a while, it will be night, but nothing
Here seems TO believe the relief of dark.
You are in this time of the interim
Where everything seems withheld.
The path you took to get here has washed out;
The way forward is still concealed from you.
“The old is not old enough to have died away;
The new is still too young to be born.”
You cannot lay claim to anything;
In this place of dusk,
Your eyes are blurred;
And there is no mirror.
Everyone else has lost sight of your heart
And you can see nowhere to put your trust;
You know you have to make your own way through.
As far as you can, hold your confidence.
Do not allow your confusion to squander
This call which is loosening
Your roots in false ground,
That you might become free
From all you have outgrown.
What is being transfigured in your mind,
And it is more difficult and slow to become new.
The more faithfully you can endure here,
The more refined your heart will become
For your arrival in the new dawn.
John O'Donohue
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5, 4, 3, 2, 1
The gracious bow of the tulip's long neck.
Oatmeal I actually made on the stove.
Dog bone, phone, poetry books.
Sweaty feet in happy slippers.
An itchy eye I know I shoudn't touch but probably will.
Tight shoulders.
Looser now.
The heater, still on.
The dogs, rough play.
Beethoven.
Coffee.
Incense.
Coffee.
Stacy Sims, March 10
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