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Thought Work

 

sr_spring_flowers_2013_007Today’s Easter poem from Education for Justice is another from John O’Donohue

Thought Work

Off course from the frail music sought by words
And the path that always claims the journey,
In the pursuit of a more oblique rhythm,
Creating mostly its own geography,
The mind is an old crow
Who knows only to gather dead twigs,
Then take them back to the vacancy
Between the branches of the parent tree
And entwine them around the emptiness
With silence and unfailing patience
Until what was fallen, withered and lost
Is now set to fill with dreams as a nest.

Source: Conamara Blues, by John O’Donohue.
New York: Harper Collins, 2001. p. 2

Posted by opreach on April 7, 2013
6 Comments Post a comment
  1. 04/7/2013
    LizzieJoy

    Beautiful words from a very wise man. I have a book by John O’Donohue – Anam Cara – a lovely read. Thank you, dear Pat.

    Reply
  2. 04/7/2013

    Gorgeous! The photo, the poem. O’Donohue never ceases to nourish me. Thank you.

    Reply
    • 04/7/2013

      Thank you, Gina. O’Donohue is special! 🙂

      Reply

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