by John O’Donahue

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.

The days when the veil lifted

And the soul could see delight;

When a quiver

caressed the heart

In the sheer exuberance

of being here…

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.

(madalyn@astrolabe.biz)