Thursday, April 19, 2012

Somewhere in us a dignity presides


The Inner History of a Day

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.

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May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love

~ John O’Donohue ~

(To Bless the Space Between Us)

After deciding to post this poem on this site, I heard "by chance" some of Symphony No. 5 in E minor (Tchaikovsky) on the radio. Somehow this music felt so fitting. So I suggest you may want to listen as well in context to the topic here. When I read a bit about the composition, I was assured the music fit indeed.

Find the illustration a related Donohue poem on day's beginning here
Photo's title: Clearing Storm, Pioneer Basin, California-0-0

7 comments:

  1. Greetings,

    Beautiful poem. Thank you for it. I particularly like:

    "Somewhere in us a dignity presides
    That is more gracious than the smallness
    That fuels us with fear and force..."

    All good wishes,

    robert

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  2. Robert,

    I also LOVED this stanza and now that you reminded me of it's concise truth and blessing, I intend to use it at end of some of my more personal emails.

    Thanx indeed! Best of wishes to you for a beautiful & fulfilling weekend.

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  3. Robert,

    I also LOVED this stanza and now that you reminded me of it's concise truth and blessing, I intend to use it at end of some of my more personal emails.

    Thanx indeed! Best of wishes to you for a beautiful & fulfilling weekend.

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  4. After Robert's noting of the stanza beginning "Somewhere...",
    I decided to change the title of this post and feel MUCH better about doing so.

    Thank You so much, Robert!

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  5. Such a beautiful poem!

    Thank you for sharing this with us dear Connie!

    Much love,
    Shaidi

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  6. How special to see your name & comment here, dear Shaida! My intent is to see your latest posts soon.

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  7. I always try to visit your page! Love it :)

    Keep up the good work.

    With my love,
    Shaidi

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