For all those on the frontlines, Thank you. #omicrondeltaCares
A poem by John O’Donohue taken from his book To Bless The Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings, 2008.
Your mind knows the world of illness, the fright that invades a person, arriving in out of the world, distraught and grieved by illness, how it can strip a life of its joy, dim the light of the heart, put shock in the eyes.
You see worlds breaking at the onset of illness:
Families at bedsides distraught that their mother’s name has come up in the secret lottery of misfortune that had always chosen someone else.
You watch their helpless love that would exchanges places with her.
The veil of skin opened, the search through the body’s night to remove tissue, war-torn with cancer.
Young lives that should be out in the sun enjoying life with wild hearts, come in here lamed by accident and the lucky ones who leave, already old and in captive posture.
The elderly who should be prepared, but are frightened and unsure.
You understand no one can learn beforehand an elegant or easy way to die.
In this fragile frontier-place, your kindness becomes a light that consoles the broken-hearted, awakens within desperate storms that oasis of serenity that calls the spirit to rise from beneath the weight of pain, to create a new space in the person’s mind where they gain distance from their suffering and begin to see the invitation to integrate and transform it.
May you embrace the beauty in what you do and how you stand like a secret angel between the bleak despair of illness and the unquenchable light of spirit that can turn the darkest destiny towards the dawn.
May you never doubt the gifts you bring; rather, learn from these frontiers wisdom for your own heart.
May you come to inherit the blessings of your kindness and never be without care and love when winter enters your own life.