POETRY: The Glorious Mysteries—The Assumption by John O’Donohue

The Glorious Mysteries—The Assumption by John O’Donohue

Perhaps time is the keeper of distance and loss,
Knowing that we are but able for a little at a time.
And the innocence of fragments is wise with us,
Keeps us from order that is not native to our dust.

Yet, without warning, a life can suddenly chance
On its hidden rhythm, find a flow it never knew.
Where the heart was blind, subtle worlds rise into view;
Where the mind was forced, crippled thought beings to dance.

As if this day found for her everything she lost.
Her breath infused with harvest she never expected
From the unlived lives she had only touched in dream;
Her mind rests; memory glows in a stairs of twilight.

Her hair kisses the breeze. Her eyes know it is time.
She looks as young as the evening the raven came.

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