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Blessing For The Longest Night — by Jan Richardson

All throughout these months
as the shadows
have lengthened,
this blessing has been
gathering itself,
making ready,
preparing for
this night.

It has practiced
walking in the dark,
traveling with
its eyes closed,
feeling its way
by memory
by touch
by the pull of the moon
even as it wanes.

So believe me
when I tell you
this blessing will
reach you
even if you
have not light enough
to read it;
it will find you
even though you cannot
see it coming.

You will know
the moment of its
arriving
by your release
of the breath
you have held
so long;
a loosening
of the clenching
in your hands,
of the clutch
around your heart;
a thinning
of the darkness
that had drawn itself
around you.

This blessing
does not mean
to take the night away
but it knows
its hidden roads,
knows the resting spots
along the path,
knows what it means
to travel
in the company
of a friend.

So when
this blessing comes,
take its hand.
Get up.
Set out on the road
you cannot see.

This is the night
when you can trust
that any direction
you go,
you will be walking
toward the dawn.

Dearest Welles,

I so needed to read this poem this morning. What a gift...It touched my heart and the "darkness" receded and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

with love,
Sandy

thank you sandy for directing my attention here, and thank you welles for the message. have you shared this one before? it seems so familiar

mine is too if neither of us can remember. either way, thank you again.

Welles,
I too was directed here by Sandy from the group meditation thread. I must say no single word was read with a dry eye. It was very much appreciated and enjoyed.

Had to laugh at you and Eric talking about brains of swiss cheese, as I was eating swiss cheese at the time! And also unfortunately acknowledging my membership of being one of the club.

In case I said it before... and don't remember it! Thank you for posting this.

Kim

Oh dang... Now I am hankering for some swiss cheese and crackers...sadly none in my larder...tasty cheese will just have to do.

I read this poem again this morning and once again find strength, love, and yes... tears from the reading.

Love you guys,
Sandy