How would it be to allow for knowing
and not knowing: allowing room
for the mystery of creating
to be able to wonder softly
without needing to understand everything
to trust in the process
to trust in love
to trust in the mystery and wonder
of the universe
that beats softly wildly
true
all round about us,
that is hidden in the mists
in the clouds and the rain
in the wind blowing and the rain lashing down on your window,
reminding you poetically
prosaically
that this is where you are,
on the island, at the edge,
in a place of finding and refinding,
and remembering
to remember
the feel of the mist, wind and rain.
John O’ Donohue
photo of mist on Blessington Lake, Co Wicklow by irishflyfisher
