by John O’Donohue
No one knew the name of this day;
Born quietly from deepest night,
It hid its face in light,
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps
And the light of thought to show the way.
The mind of the day draws no attention;
It dwells within the silence with elegance
To create a space for all our words,
Drawing us to listen inward and outward.
We seldom notice how each day is a holy place
Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens,
Transforming our broken fragments
Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.
Somewhere in us a dignity presides
That is more gracious than the smallness
That fuels us with fear and force,
A dignity that trusts the form a day takes.
So at the end of this day, we give thanks
For being betrothed to the unknown
And for the secret work
Through which the mind of the day
And wisdom of the soul become one.
A Sign of Our Times or How the Black Madonna Is Shaking Us Up for the Twenty-First Century
Sea Stars is the musical collaboration of Kurt Baumann and Katie Gray.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
to fashion universes out of emptiness
What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath—the most sacred of times?
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
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