Blessed Longing

by Goethe, translated by John O’Donohue Tell no-one else, only the wise,For the crowd will sneer at once.I wish to praise what is fully alive,What longs to flame towards death. When the calm enfolds the love-nightsThat created you, where you have createdA feeling from the Unknown steals over youWhile the tranquil candle burns. You remainContinue reading “Blessed Longing”