Sunday, November 12, 2023

Not alone

Tiny Mandala #33 of 53




As the fever of day calms towards twilight
May all that is strained in us come to ease.

We pray for all who suffered violence today,
May an unexpected serenity surprise them.

For those who risk their lives each day for peace,
May their hearts glimpse providence at the heart of history.

That those who make riches from violence and war
Might hear in their dreams the cries of the lost.

That we might see through our fear of each other
A new vision to heal our fatal attraction to aggression.

That those who enjoy the privilege of peace
Might not forget their tormented brothers and sisters.

That the wolf might lie down with the lamb,
That our swords be beaten into ploughshares

And no hurt or harm be done
Anywhere along the holy mountain.

John O'Donohue, Irish poet and philosopher

From the book, Benedictus


Anonymous said...

I love seeing your wall of mandalas, am. So beautiful. And a very lovely poem. (NewRobin13)

Sabine said...

Amazing work!

Colette said...

Wonderful, both.