Coming home
TO COME HOME TO YOURSELF
May all that is unforgiven in you,
Be released.
May your fears yield
Their deepest tranquilities.
May all that is unlived in you,
Blossom into a future,
Graced with love.
John O’Donohue - From his books: To Bless the Space Between Us (US) / Benedictus (Europe)
Ballyvaughan, County Clare, Ireland - May 2026 Photo: © Ann Cahill
May all that is unlived in you,
Blossom into a future graced with love.
What a beautiful prayer! The last two lines can plant hope and encouragement.
“May all that is unlived in you…” Imagine what that could be? Can you reach the place deep inside that holds what you have unlived? I guess that when asked like this, it feels as if it could reside so deeply that it would be too difficult to retrieve.
But what if it is a whisper in you - just below the surface - waiting to be heard? If it rises high enough to be recognized in a dream, it could catch your attention.
The life unlived in each of us is not a possibility far from our reach. It rides on the edge of our consciousness, waiting for us to relax into a moment of hope.
Tomorrow could begin that future. As the sun rises, may you be surrounded by grace and catch a glimpse of all that is unlived in you.
Then go – explore!