By Jan Richardson
This blessing can be heard coming
from a long way off.
its way up the road
toward you.
of women,
springs from the hearts
of men,
tumbles out of the mouths
of children.
the seams of the cloaks
that line the road,
etched in the branches
that trace the path,
echoes in the breathing
of the willing colt,
the click of the donkey’s hoof
against the stones.
Something is rising beneath this blessing.
Something will try to drown it out.
But this blessing cannot be turned back,
cannot be made to still its voice,
cannot cease to sing its praise
of the One who comes
along the way
it makes.
From: Circle of Grace, Wanton Gospeller Press, Orlando, FL, 2015
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