Praise What
Comes
surprising as unplanned
kisses, all you haven't deserved
of days and solitude, your body's immoderate
good health
that lets you work in many kinds of weather.
Praise
talk with just about
anyone. And quiet intervals, books
that are your food and your hunger;
nightfall and walks
before sleep. Praising these for practice,
perhaps
you will come at last to
praise grief and the wrongs
you never intended. At the end there may be
no answers
and only a few very simple questions: did I love,
finish my task in the
world? Learn at least one
of the many names of God? At the
intersections,
the boundaries where one life began and another
ended, the jumping-off
places between fear and
possibility, at the ragged edges of pain,
did I
catch the smallest glimpse of the holy?
~ Jeanne Lohmann ~
(The Light of Invisible
Bodies)
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