Dienstag, 23. März 2010

Das ist für mich...

„Das ist für mich die schönste und traurigste
Landschaft von der Welt.
Schaut diese Landschaft genau an, damit ihr sie
sicher wiedererkennt, wenn ihr eines Tages
durch Irland reist. Und wenn ihr zufällig da
vorbeikommt, eilt nicht weiter,
ich flehe euch an – wartet ein bißchen –
gerade unter dem Stern!
Wenn dann ein junger Mann auf euch zukommt
wenn er lacht, wenn er goldenes Haar hat,
wenn er nicht antwortet, so man ihn fragt,
dann werdet ihr wohl erraten, wer es ist.
Dann seid so gut und laßt mich nicht
weiter so traurig sein: schreibt mir schnell
wenn er wieder da ist.....“

(Nach: A. Saint-Exupéry: Der kleine Prinz)

Sonntag, 7. März 2010

On the death of the beloved

Florian on our last trip with him
Connemara 1999

Go raibh maith agaibh go léir agus beannacht.

On the death of the Beloved

Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or night or pain can reach you.

Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.

The sound of your voice
Found for us
A new music
That brightened everything.

Whatever you enfolded in your gaze
Quickened in the joy of its being;
You placed smiles like flowers
On the altar of the heart.
Your mind always sparkled
With wonder at things.

Though your days here were brief,
Your spirit was live, awake, complete.

We look towards each other no longer
From the old distance of our names;
Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath,
As close to us as we are to ourselves.

Though we cannot see you with outward eyes,
We know our soul’s gaze is upon your face,
Smiling back at us from within everything
To which we bring our best refinement.

Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.

When orchids brighten the earth,
Darkest winter has turned to spring;
May this dark grief flower with hope
In every heart that loves you.

May you continue to inspire us:

To enter each day with a generous heart.
To serve the call of courage and love
Until we see your beautiful face again
In that land where there is no more separation,
Where all tears will be wiped from our mind,
And where we will never lose you again.

– John O’Donohue

(entitled BENEDICTUS in Europe, Ireland and the UK)