Blessed be those who looked for you
and found you, their kind hands
urgent to open a blue window
in the gray wall formed around you.
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
Can the glory of a person’s life shine
in their accomplishments or in their pain?
That if a sacrificial death brought just one person to life,
and they came to know the immeasurable love of God,
it would be worth it.
Pain makes us stare down at our own soul’s iniquity
and burn it with a cleansing fire,
to be replaced by such beauty,
seen far and wide
by the eyes of a glorious Universe.
The bitter fruit that would poison our breath
becomes sweet ambrosia in the face of such suffering.
That when that clock on the wall ticks
our life away in motionless seconds,
we see beyond the veil of our accomplishments
and the paraphernalia we hoard in dusty corridors.
We reach out to the compassionate care of others
and crack open the hard crust around our hearts.
We see a light emanate deep within us,
placed there before time
by the Divine,
so that we may learn to live our days in resplendent love
with eyes that see the downcast and the vagrant.
Oh mournful days will come
and we will have to discard those tactile things
that cover our hearts.
Then we will be compelled to look into something
other than our vanity or our egos.
We will see the green hills beyond our earthly home
where no accomplishments or attachments go,
and we will find rest there
among the verdant fields.
And when we see that place in our hearts
that holds such infinite love,
we will believe that we have been set free.
We will believe that the stars shine just for us
and the forests breath to keep us alive,
and that the multitudes of heaven know us by our name.
That when we lay our lives down in sacrifice,
eyes would open
and wounds would instantly heal.
Each one will hold a space forever in their hearts for us.
Let our hearts be cracked wide open,
be it by great sorrow or great love,
and hold the darkness of this void for a moment
and pray that our Higher Power will transform us into love.
That our hearts of stone may turn to hearts of flesh
and say out loud that pain expressed is a beautiful thing.
To soar again on heights of belonging
and bring those wounded beings back to acceptance
and enfold them in our arms
and listen with ears of affection
to their afflictions,
that we could be part of this transfiguration!
Pain can transform continents
and the blood of the innocent
has never flowed for nothing,
it flows to free the souls of captives
held in deadlock,
their wounds not visible to the naked eye.
And when death knocks at your heart,
welcome its teaching and say to it come in,
and let it make you radiate with love.
Let your heart of flesh pound in your chest,
and chime with benevolence,
so that all the Universe will resonate with the sound of your love.
Let the hard places around your heart be burnt away.
Live your life as best you can
to alleviate the suffering of your fellow man.
This unfriendly world has dragged so many into deep despair.
And when you breathe your last breath,
and you begin to sing His name,
you will be remembered not for selfish gain
but for the free flow of a generous heart
where love always had its home.