Lie low until the bitter weather passes: A blessing

I had planned a conversation on darkness. It became a heavy cloak over my soul. Sometimes what inspire us may be dangerous if the time is not right. Then, I stumbled on these words, a needed blessing:

“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.”

John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

 Art by Marie-Noëlle Wurm