a bride to life

 

 

we seldom notice how each day is a holy place

where the eucharist of the ordinary happens,

transforming our broken fragments

into an eternal continuity that keeps us.

 

 

somewhere in us a dignity presides

that is more gracious than the smallness

that fuels us with fear and force,

a dignity that trusts the form a day takes.

 

 

so at the end of this day, we give thanks

for being betrothed to the unknown

and for the secret work

through which the mind of the day

and the wisdom of the soul become one.

 

john o'donohue 

from

"the inner history of a day"

 

 

twelve days of mary

 

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Comments

[magicalmysticalteacher]

I hope to be surprised by the holy place today...

[gloria]

Food for thought in these words. Thank you for such daily beauty.

[Hettienne Grobler]

I just adore this post of yours and your term 'bride to life' - I often quote it <3

[peggy gatto]

I read this 4 times...it is so true and makes me feel there are no ordinary days for me just opportunities ahead!

[Nonnie]

this is so fitting for our parish church because we are in the midst of 40 Hours whereas we have a visiting priest speaking each night (from Sunday thru Thursday)!

[Forest Dream Weaver]

Truth and beauty.....thank you Rebecca.
And thanks for your lovely comment,you have such a wonderful way with words,

Blessings,
Ruby

[Forest Dream Weaver]

I forgot to change the link....second entry is for today!

[Fran aka Redondowriter]

I adore the work of John O'Donohue, a man who left us far too early, but his words speak deeply to me today as a wrestle with some very bad stuff happening to people I love over which I have absolutely no control. Have you heard of the work of Elaine Aron and the Highly Sensitive Person (HSP)?

FOrtunately, she provides the tools to help sensitive people navigate the peaks and valleys of life. I am grateful for this day and for you, Rebecca, and for all the other sensitive people who come to post here. You bring meaning to these 12 days of Advent while the rest of us wriggle ourselves busily through the prep for Christmas.

[Lea]

Yes. I do. I will. Give myself to life, even if I am late, broken, tiny dots of light in the evening shadows... I will come to the feast of life... XO