a blessing for beauty

While on the Return To Zero Retreat this past weekend I was left speechless time and again.  For anyone who knows me well, they know I’m not usually one to find difficulty in talking.  But this weekend.  Was simply too beautiful for words.photo-25

One moment that left me completely floored, with chills up and down my body was when Dana, the owner of the retreat center recited John O’Donohue’s “A Blessing for Beauty.”

I need to share it with you.

May the beauty of your life become more visible to you, that you may glimpse your wild divinity.

May the wonders of the earth call you forth from all your small, secret prisons and set your feet free in the pastures of possibility.

May the light of dawn anoint your eyes that you may behold what a miracle a day is.

May the liturgy of twilight shelter all your fears and darknesses within the circle of ease.

May the angel of memory surprise you in bleak times with new gifts from the harvest of your vanished days.

May you allow no dark hand to quench the candle of hope in your heart.

May you discover a new generosity towards yourself and encourage yourself to engage your life as a great adventure.

May the outside voices of fear and despair find no echo in you.

May you always trust the urgency and wisdom of your own spirit.

May the shelter and nourishment of all the good you have done, the love you have shown, the suffering you have carried, awaken around you to bless your life a thousand times.

And when love finds the path to your door, may you open like the earth to the dawn and thrust your every hidden color towards its nourishment of life.

May you find enough stillness and silence to savor the kiss of God on your soul and delight in the eternity that shaped you, that holds you and calls you, and that you may know despite confusion, anxiety and emptiness, your name is written in Heaven.

And may you come to see your life as a quiet sacrament of service which awakens around you a rhythm where doubt gives way to the grace of wonder, where what is awkward and strained can find elegance, and where crippled hope can find wings, and torment enter at last into the grace of serenity.

May divine beauty bless you.


I mean…who writes like that?  What magical words.  I now have this printed out and hanging by my front door so I can see it on my way out the door every day.  Something tells me thats a good idea.

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