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THAT by Michelle McDonald


THAT

 

That, which Gives each breath we take,

Which we can neither save or fake.

That, which Shines as gentle as a dove,

Through the eyes of those we love.

That, which Gifts us each new day,

Delighting in our diverse, creative play.

That, Omnipresent listening ear, 

Which comforts us and calms our fears.

That, which Lovingly clothes, 

Every lily and fragrant rose.

That, which Gives with loving hand,

Without judgement, revenge or command.

That, Eternal Grace, 

Awaiting our surrender and embrace.

That, which Encompasses All,

The good, the bad, the great, the small.

That, which with Unseen Hand, 

Guides us through stormy waters to dry land.

That, which Knows there's no mistakes, 

Trusting life which gives and takes. 

That, which Gives free will to all, 

Watching great waves rise and fall.

That, Essential Life itself, 

Which in silent stillness can be felt. 

That, without beginning or end, 

Our own True Essence and Forever Friend. 


Photography by Sofia Sundari 



Michelle McDonald: I live in Wicklow, Ireland with my husband and two teenage boys. I have worked as a bookkeeper for thirty years. I embarked on a spiritual journey around 20 years ago. I don’t have any writing experience but started writing during the first Covid lockdown in May 2020 when I spent my newfound free time relaxing in my garden. The common theme in my poems is Spiritual / Self Empowering and my poems speak mostly about finding stability within as a first step to living peacefully in a turbulent, unstable world. I get the inspiration for my poems from quiet reflection on the writings and talks of the great spiritual teachers including, Eckhart Tolle, Ramana Maharshi, Krishna Das and many, many more which I have been blessed to find along the way. You may find her on Facebook here, or Instagram.


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