A Poem For the Times

This is the time to be slow
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.

 Try as best you can not to let
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Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous
Time will come good,
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
When the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.

John O’Donohue (1956-2008)
From To Bless the Space Between Us, Doubleday