Awakening

For everything under the sun, there is a time

This is the season of your awakened harvesting

When pain takes you to where you would rather not go.

Through the white curtain of yesterdays to a place

You had forgotten you knew from the inside out

And a time when the bitter tree was planted.

You are coming to see how your looking often darkened

When you should have felt safe enough to fall toward love

How deep down your eyes were always owned by something.

That facd them through a dark fester of thorns

Converting whoever came into a further figure of the wrong

You could only see what touched you as already torn.

Now the act of seeing begins your work of mourning

And your memory is ready to show you everything

Having waited all these years for you to return and know.

Only you know where the casket of pain is interred

You will have to scrape through all the layers of covering

And according to your readiness everything will open.

May you be blessed with a wise and compassionate guide

Who can accompany you through the fear and grief

Until you heart has swept the way to your true self.

As your tears fall over that wounded place

May they wash away your hurt and free your heart

May your forgiveness still the hunger of the wound.

(For someone awakening to the trauma of their past, by John O Donohue)