No one knows about the surprise
that your child awakened in you: your heart
a perfect Cradle
to take his presence.
inside and outside were one,
while new waves of love
your soul more and more surprised.
Now you sit
robbed in a nightmare, blind
your eyes from the sight of a tomb, the
no father, no mother should ever see.
this absence
You will wear as a secret sign
and constantly ask you why
was such a young soul
brought home so early.
let the silent tears flowing, and if
clarify your eyes, you will recognize
perhaps
was that your eternal child to the invisible angels.
The father and mother of your heart and the moon is
persuaded to send across the sea of tears
a new gift.
John O'Donohue: Benedictus, the book of Irish blessings
Picture: Barry Maguire
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