Blessing on the Passage

This blessing begins where the path starts
Not on the map or GPS
Not with the arrow or pulsing dot
That says ‘You are here.’

This blessing starts inside
The deep places of the question itself
Beyond promise
Of a familiar destination

This blessing is born
In the restlessness that urges
Your steps along the way
From being to becoming

This blessing does not presume
You know what comes next
But keeps pace with your beating heart
And steady breaths

This blessing accompanies you
As assurance that you
Are already en route
On a path past longitude and latitude

This blessing stays close as
Each footfall meets an earth
That rises up to press against
Your sojourner’s sole

And this blessing
Grabs tight to stone and soil
With roots like ancient fingers
To hold the Way open

 

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Lenten Word #45: Absent

  • Poem: Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring By William Shakespeare
    From you have I been absent in the spring,
    When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
    Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
    That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
    Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
    Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
    Could make me any summer’s story tell,
    Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
    Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
    Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
    They were but sweet, but figures of delight
    Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
        Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
        As with your shadow I with these did play.
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Lent Word #44: Die

  • Music video: Disturbed – Another Way To Die
  • Poem: Music when Soft Voices Die (To –) By Percy Bysshe Shelley
    Music, when soft voices die,
    Vibrates in the memory—
    Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
    Live within the sense they quicken.
    Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
    Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
    And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
    Love itself shall slumber on.
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Lent Word #43: Remember

  • Music Video: Remember When by Alan Jackson
  • Poem: Remember (excerpt) By Langston Hughes
    Remember
    The days of bondage—
    And remembering—
    Look down

    … The unscrupulous power

    That makes of you
    The hungry wretched thing you are today.
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Lent Word #42: Do

  • Music Video: I Do by Musiq Soulchild
  • Music Video: I Do by Jessie James Decker
  • Poem: Do Not! (excerpt of full poem at Poetry Foundation) By Stevie Smith 
    … Oh know your own heart, that heart’s not wholly evil,

    And from the particular judge the general,
    If judge you must, but with compassion see life,
    Or else, of yourself despairing, flee strife.
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Lent Word #41: Bread

  • Poem: Bread (excerpt of full poem available on Poetry Foundation)
    By W. S. Merwin for Wendell Berry

    Each face in the street is a slice of bread
    wandering on
    searching …
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Lent Word #40: Cup

  • Poem: My Cup by Robert Friend
    They tell me I am going to die
    Why don’t I seem to care?
    My cup is full. Let it spill.
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Lent Word #39: Gather

  • Poem: [Let Us Gather in a Flourishing Way] (excerpt of full poem available on Poetry Foundation) By Juan Felipe Herrera
    Let us gather in a flourishing way …

    in the garden of our struggle and joy
    let us offer our hearts a saludar our águila rising
    freedom …
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Lent Word #38: Process

  • Poem: I Sing the Body Electric 6. by Walt Whitman
    The male is not less the soul nor more, he too is in his place,
    He too is all qualities, he is action and power,
    The flush of the known universe is in him,
    Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him well,
    The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is utmost become him well, pride is for him,
    The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul,
    Knowledge becomes him, he likes it always, he brings every thing to the test of himself,
    Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail he strikes soundings at last only here,
    (Where else does he strike soundings except here?)
    The man’s body is sacred and the woman’s body is sacred,
    No matter who it is, it is sacred—is it the meanest one in the laborers’ gang?
    Is it one of the dull-faced immigrants just landed on the wharf?
    Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you,
    Each has his or her place in the procession.
    (All is a procession,
    The universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion.)
    Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant?
    Do you suppose you have a right to a good sight, and he or she has no right to a sight?
    Do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float, and the soil is on the surface, and water runs and vegetation sprouts,
    For you only, and not for him and her?
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Lent Word #37: Honor

  • Poem: If We Must Die By Claude McKay
    (excerpt of full poem available at Poetry Foundation)

    … If we must die, O let us nobly die,
    So that our precious blood may not be shed
    In vain …

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