my birthday present

my birthday present
My awesome birthday present 1/26/11 (see story under my first post)

Sunday, December 16, 2012

On the Death of the Beloved

I might be posting a nice holiday poem were it not for Friday's tragedy. This poem, by the inimitable John O'Donohue, offers a sense of peace to all of us who are shaken by the senseless murder in Connecticut.  When I hear personal stories now, of the children and faculty who died on Friday, this poem seems to be a tribute for them. As a teacher in an elementary school, I ache for those in Newtown. May this event be the tipping point to make the fundamental changes we need in our country to finally address the crises we face with gun violence and mental health issues. As I write this I am listening to President Obama deliver his address at the memorial service for Sandy Hook. His words give me hope.

On The Death Of The Beloved
— John O’Donohue

Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or might or pain can reach you.

Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.

The sound of your voice
Found for us
A new music
That brightened everything.

Whatever you enfolded in your gaze
Quickened in the joy of its being;
You placed smiles like flowers
On the altar of the heart.
Your mind always sparkled
With wonder at things.

Though your days here were brief,
Your spirit was live, awake, complete.

We look towards each other no longer
From the old distance of our names;
Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath,
As close to us as we are to ourselves.

Though we cannot see you with outward eyes,
We know our soul's gaze is upon your face,
Smiling back at us from within everything
To which we bring our best refinement.

Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.

When orchids brighten the earth,
Darkest winter has turned to spring;
May this dark grief flower with hope
In every heart that loves you.

May you continue to inspire us:

To enter each day with a generous heart.
To serve the call of courage and love
Until we see your beautiful face again
In that land where there is no more separation,
Where all tears will be wiped from our mind,
And where we will never lose you again.


Saturday, December 15, 2012

Music is Poetry

Click on the centered title and patiently wait for the ad to play through. This is an amazing Christmas gift. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. The lower right icon will enlarge the screen.
  The top right allows you to watch an alternative Christmas version with images of Jesus.

Here is my granddaughter Cadence.