A blessing of light for a dark time

Those of you who write or create art or exercise or sing or dance know that the longer you stay away from such pursuits, the harder it is to find your way back. It’s like re-kindling an old friendship and feeling shy about re-connecting. Will she still like me? Do we still have something to say to each other?


The answer is to take baby steps. Write a few sentences, run a few blocks, meet for coffee. For that reason, I am taking on this post lightly, despite the subject being a small planet of sadness floating around in my head.


Readers, I moved and that’s why I have been absent from this blog. I allowed moving to take over my life for a few months, and I dropped everything from writing to answering voicemails to personal hygiene. More on my own move in a later post.


Relevant to this post is that at the same time I moved, my dearest friend moved out of state. Seeing each other again is a long and uncertain way off.


I’ve written about our friendship before so I won’t belabor it. Let me just say that we are as different as can be, at least in habits and modes of living, but somehow our souls are the same, or at least we align in our curiosities and appreciations and preoccupations, all the important things that make up a person.


Enough said. As promised, I’m treading lightly here. Our parting is painful and that’s how it is. I love her and that’s that.


The day the moving van came I wanted her to find a poem I’d left.  I searched through a hundred and none seemed to capture how much our friendship means to me. Then an idea formed and at once was inevitable. An Irish blessing. Our Irish-ness is the first thing we discovered we had in common, and here it is, the last thing I leave to mark our days of proximity and to wish her well in the coming days of distance.

poem is on the green mailbox


May the blessing of light be upon you,

Light on the outside, light on the inside.

With God’s sunlight shining on you,

May your heart glow with warmth,

Like a turf fire that welcomes friends and strangers alike.


May the blessing of God’s soft rain be on you,

Falling gently on your head,

Refreshing your soul

With the sweetness of little flowers newly blooming.

May the strength of the winds of heaven bless you,

Carrying the rain to wash your spirit clean,

Sparkling after, in the sunlight.


May the blessing of God’s earth be on you

And as you walk the roads,

May you always have a kind word for those you meet.



She’s moved from gray Michigan to the sunshine state, so the “blessing of light” feels just right. The blessing ends with


May you always have a kind word for those you meet


and I say, amen, sister. No one loves a stranger like Michele. We ourselves were strangers only the briefest of moments.


Slán go fóill  mo chara!




  1. Trudi Raven

    Thank you so much. At this time my life is a mess, divorce after 53 years of marriage because of he met a younger woman. I will turn this dark time into a light one during the rest of my life. Love and light. Trudi

  2. Jim Ellis

    Li Po

    Great mountains rise in the north;
    whitewater pours past the city’s eastern wall.

    Once it’s uprooted
    a tumbleweed wanders forever.

    Clouds drift like a traveler’s mind;
    sunset like the heart of an old friend.

    We look backwards and wave.
    Even our horses look back and whinny.

  3. Linda

    What a beautiful post.

    ‘…There is no measure for such things,
    For this all nature slows and sings.’

    Friendship, Elizabeth Jennings.

    1. poemelf

      Had to look up the rest of that poem as I am not familiar with it. Thank you for sending this!

      by Elizabeth Jennings

      Such love I cannot analyse;
      It does not rest in lips or eyes,
      Neither in kisses nor caress.
      Partly, I know, it’s gentleness

      And understanding in one word
      Or in brief letters. It’s preserved
      By trust and by respect and awe.
      These are the words I’m feeling for.

      Two people, yes, two lasting friends.
      The giving comes, the taking ends.
      There is no measure for such things.
      For this all Nature slows and sings.

  4. Tom

    I’m thoroughly enjoying these twin-themed posts. I wondered how you were going to approach this and am amazed at what you’ve done so far. Of course you’ve gone way deeper than I imagined, giving us such richness to feast on. Thank you, Poem Elf.

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