When you come
to the place between.
When you have left
what you held
most dear.
When you are traveling
toward the life
you know not.
When you arrive
at the hardest ground.
May it become
for you
a place to rest.
May it become
for you
a place to dream.
May the pain
that has pressed itself
into you
give way
to vision,
to knowing.
May the morningby Jan Richardson
make of it
an altar,
a path,
a place to begin
again.
from The Cure for Sorrow: A Book of Blessings for Times of Grief
