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.
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.
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.
JOHN O'DONOHUE
Excerpts from 'At the End of the Year' in his books,
To Bless the Space Between Us (US) / Benedictus (Europe)
Photo: Ann Cahill
