John O’Donohue poem: On the Death of the Beloved

John O’Donohue poem: On the Death of the Beloved

Though we need to weep your loss,You dwell in that safe place in our heartsWhere no storm or night or pain can reach you. Your love was like the dawnBrightening over our lives,Awakening beneath the darkA further adventure of color. The sound of your voiceFound for usA...