Note: shared by Liz Sorensen Wessel
The Inner History of a Day
No one knew the name of this day;
Born quietly from deepest night,
It hid its face in light,
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps
And the light of thought to show the way.
The mind of the day draws no attention;
It dwells within the silence with elegance
― John O' Donohue,
To Bless the Space between Us: A Book of Invocations and Blessings
Drawing by ~liz
Hotel in Guatemala, 1973


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