“This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.”
― John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A
Book of Blessings
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Another day
More bad news
More hate
More killing
More lies
More injustice
Such bitter weather
And in the midst of the storm
We hesitate, lost
Confused and wondering
The words of the prophets
Those voices from many places, many races, many
creeds
All echoing the same refrain
“This is not the way it should be!”
This is NOT the way it should be
Ah, how well we know
The terrible truth
And yet
There is too a beautiful truth
which reverberates in our souls
It can be different
It will be different
A time will come
When every valley shall be filled, and every
mountain and hill shall be made low, and the crooked shall be made straight,
and the rough ways made smooth;
A time will come
When Sacred will rule
When the earth will be filled with holiness
And so we struggle
And fear
And wait
And wait, and wait
But as we wait we let the Sacred grow
First within us
We hold fast to what is good
We remain generous
And hopeful
Forgiving and loving
And if we do
If enough of us do
The time with come
When the “air will be kind,
And blushed with beginning”
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