I cannot say
where it lives,
only that it comes
to the heart
that is open,
to the heart
that asks,
to the heart
that does not turn away.
It can take practice,
days of tugging at
what keeps us bound,
seasons of pushing against
what keeps our dreaming
small.
When it arrives,
it might surprise you
by how quiet it is,
how it moves
with such grace
for possessing
such power.
But you will know it
by the strength
that rises from within you
to meet it,
by the release
of the knot
in the center of your chest
that suddenly lets go.
You will recognize it
by how still
your fear becomes
as it loosens its grip,
perhaps never quite
leaving you,
but calmly turning
into joy
as you enter the life
that is finally
your own.
– Jan Richardson
(from The Cure for Sorrow:
A Book of Blessings for Times of Grief)
(from The Cure for Sorrow:
A Book of Blessings for Times of Grief)
See also the previous Wild Reed posts:
• Now Is the Time
• A Longing and a Prayer
• Time By the River
Image: "Mahad, 09/23/18" by Michael J. Bayly.
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