John O’Donohue Speaks:
Divine Beauty - The Invisible Embrace
The traditional structures of shelter are shaking,
their foundations revealed to be no longer stone but sand.
One more fire grate
One full set of clay formed sculptures
One bottle of garden flowers
One more memory from the rose
One M is for Mayhem
One bowl of daisies white and yellow
One trip out to the Tarot reading
One more memory from the rose
One perfect chair for the writing
One assembly
Of temporary pop-up tables
One more memory from the rose
One tablecloth topped off
With seasonal preserves
One bookstall filled by avid readers
One more memory from the rose
One sun up high in the blue sky
One meadow for white clouds to hover over
One fly inspecting the introverted writer
One more memory from the rose
One conversation about the use of buildings
One deposition by the Ukulele Band of Louth
One buying of the plants and climbers
One more memory from the rose
One time to be in the simple time
One stroll from here to there and back again
One breeze through the trees and grasses
One more memory from the rose
One embrace among the many
One more need to say a slow goodbye
One more thanks for ever being
One more memory from the rose
