Wednesday, November 26, 2008

"For a New House" - o'dOnohue
















May this house shelter your life.
When you come in home here,
May all the weight of the world
Fall from your shoulders.

May your heart be tranquil here,
Blessed by peace the world cannot give.

May this home be a lucky place,
Where the graces your life desires
Always find the pathway to your door.

May nothing destructive
Ever cross your threshold.

May this be a s safe place
Fulle of understanding and acceptance,
Where you can be as you are,
Without the need of any mask
Of pretense or image.

May this home be a place of discovery,
Where the possibilities that sleep
In the clay of your soul can emerge
To deepen and refine your vision
For all that is yet to come to birth.

May it be a house of courage,
Where healing and growth are love,
Where dignity and forgiveness prevail;
A home where patience of spirit is prized,

And the sight of the destination is never lost
Though the journey be difficult and slow.
May there be great delight around this hearth.
May it be a house of welcome
For the broken and diminished.

May you have the eyes to see
That no visitor arrives without a gift
And no guest leaves without a blessing.

6 comments:

A Gilmore Girls Fan said...

This is a lovely post. I love the picture, but love the poem even more.

Happy WW and Happy Thanksgiving!

Shadow said...

just THE thing for thanksgiving! happy thanksgiving to you and your family.

Eric S. said...

What a wonderful poem. You could place it in the entry to a home as a blessing for all who enter.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Anna Lefler said...

Beautiful!

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving and, BTW, I just gave you a shout-out over at my "pad"...

:^) Anna

Jack said...

Home is where the heart is... Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours Larry!

Stop by when you get a chance :)

Jack said...

This reminded me of a song by Roger Waters called Home...
"..It could be clay
And it could be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house
Could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be something your old man handed down
Could be something you built on your own
Everybody got something he calls home.."