Holding unknowns – a midweek Pause for Peace

Harsh words of violent certainty ricochet around the walls of human devastation.

In this place, it’s hard to hear their hollowness.

So we pause to listen for the whisper that can hold our unknowing.

And choose to stand with those who are being deafened.

May you arise each day with a voice of blessing whispering in your heart.


Pause. See differently. Re-story…

~ from John O’Donohue’s poem For Belonging, from Benedictus: A Book of Blessings, Bantam Press, 2007. Quoted in full in A Blessing for Belonging – receiving the gift.