On Waking

by John O'Donohue(1954 - 2008)

I give thanks for arriving
Safely in a new dawn,
For the gift of eyes
To see the world,
The gift of mind
To feel at home
In my life.
The waves of possibility
Breaking on the shore of dawn,
The harvest of the past
That awaits my hunger,
And all the furtherings
This new day will bring.

Weapons of Mass Creation

Colors mean nothing to those who cannot see
or feel because their hearts have lost the touch.
In lack we fail to find divinity,
we lie to say we cannot love much.

The Christ is in the billions of the world
in same degree and will not be denied;
the Christ of innocence has often cried,
and reigned as waves of warring were unfurled.

The thorns will prick with every orphan's cry,
the nails will pierce as nameless bombs destroy.
Their vic'try in control for some means joy,
if only Christ were not in those that die.

Our peace is in the billions of the earth
when Christ is seen and touched in ev'ry birth.

Bro. David Kaczmarek, TOR
First Vows - May 31, 2003