A Blessing for Those Who Seek to Know Why
- for someone close to my heart
May he grant you safe passage as you journey anon,
May his eyes never leave you and his hands keep you strong,
Even though there be trials and suffering alone,
May he grant you safe passage as you journey anon.
May the journey, though trying, be one deep and long,
May the treasure you find never prove to be wrong,
As the day turns to night and the night starts it's song,
May the journey, though trying, be one deep and long.
For 'tis only by darkness that we know what is light,
And 'tis only by wrong we may learn what is right,
May he grant you safe passage as you journey anon,
And may anguish of sorrow in the night soon be gone.
May his eyes never leave you and his hands keep you strong,
Even though there be trials and suffering alone,
May he grant you safe passage as you journey anon.
May the journey, though trying, be one deep and long,
May the treasure you find never prove to be wrong,
As the day turns to night and the night starts it's song,
May the journey, though trying, be one deep and long.
For 'tis only by darkness that we know what is light,
And 'tis only by wrong we may learn what is right,
May he grant you safe passage as you journey anon,
And may anguish of sorrow in the night soon be gone.
(H R Gilmour, Sept 2012)
We will never fully know nor understand. I've come to realise that the answer to 'why' sometimes sounds more like a soft chord than a definite full-stop. If we can take that and hold it gently in our hands, sometimes a soft chord may be more of an answer than we thought.
I am very impressed with this poem! I have been listening to a song lately, not about journeying, but about a sea port for the traveller to rest in. It is in new norwegian, but my less poetic translation would render something like this:
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when it has pain and no peace in it.
I know a port, where the sun shines bright
when all my candles have gone out.
...
I know a port, it's name is Christ's mercy
- a port in the stress of life and the night of death.
There it is cure for crime and protection from harm.
There my heart is reunited with it's home.
:)
I really like your poem, and it just reminded me of this.