At The End Of The Year

JOHN O’DONOHUE

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As this year draws to its end,
We give thanks for the gifts it brought
And how they became inlaid within
Where neither time nor tide can touch them.

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The days when the veil lifted
And the soul could see delight;
When a quiver caressed the heart
In the sheer exuberance of being here.

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Surprises that came awake
In forgotten corners of old fields
Where expectation seemed to have quenched.

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The slow, brooding times
When all was awkward
And the wave in the mind
Pierced every sore with salt.

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The darkened days that stopped
The confidence of the dawn.

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Days when beloved faces shone brighter
With light from beyond themselves;
And from the granite of some secret sorrow
A stream of buried tears loosened.

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We bless this year for all we learned,
For all we loved and lost
And for the quiet way it brought us
Nearer to our invisible destination.

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From John O’Donohue To Bless The Space Between Us

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