Soul Friend
After Anam Cara by John O’Donohue
by Marcel Aime Duclos

Celtic wisdom crashes,
cloaks the coast with thunder,
paints the cliffs
with white-green foam,
disturbs the night hours
with piercing light.

She calls us to be still,
to let ourselves be loved
in the shadow of nothingness,
to know that we belong,
to face the sacred pain
of fiery passion,
to avoid living isolated
on the island of the dead.

Come home, she pleads,
embrace yourself awake
in my arms.



 

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