From _To Bless the Space Between Us_, by John O'Donohue

[rebeccmeister]

My father sends me this poem:

For the Breakup of a Relationship

Now you endeavor
To gather yourself
And withdraw in slow
Animal woundedness
From love turned sour and ungentle.

When we love, the depth in us
Trusts itself forward until
The empty space between
Becomes gradually woven
Into an embrace where longing
Can close its weary eyes.

Love can seldom end clean;
For all the tissue is torn
And each lover turned stranger
Is dropped into a ruin of distance
Where emptiness is young and fierce.

Time becomes strange and slipshod;
It mixes memories that felt
The kiss of the eternal
With the blistering hurt of now.

Unknown to themselves,
Certain small things
Touch nerve-lines to the heart
And bring back with color and force
All that is utterly lost.

This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
and you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.

Comments

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

I'm not quite sure I like it as a whole poem, but I love a lot of individual bits of it (my issues are with how they fit together - maybe that's appropriate for the subject) and there's a lot of truth in it.

[bluepapercup]

A heartbreaking and beautiful poem.

Just like life, really.