An Irish Rosh Hashanah

In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where our thoughts never thought to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until we were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched our desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside us,
Noticing how we willed ourselves on,
Still unable to leave what we had outgrown.

It watched us play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would we always live like this.

Then the delight, when our courage kindled,
And out we stepped onto new ground,
Our eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before us.

Though our destination is not yet clear
We can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl ourselves into the grace of beginning
That is at one with our collective desire.

Our spirit awakens to adventure;
We hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon we will find home in a new rhythm,
For our souls sense the world that awaits us.

~ John O’Donohue

(Liberty taken with pronouns,
from second person imperative
to first person plural by JJM)

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