Image courtesy of Doris Klein, CSA
Blessing That Undoes Us
On the day you are wearing
your certainty like a cloak
and your sureness goes before you
like a shield or like a sword,
may the sound of God’s name
spill from your lips as you have never
heard it before.
May your knowing be undone.
May mystery confound your
understanding.
May the Divine rain down
in strange syllables
yet with an ancient familiarity,
a knowing borne in the blood,
the ear, the tongue,
bringing the clarity that comes
not in stone
or in steel
but in fire, in flame.
May there come one searing word –
enough to bare you to the bone,
enough to set your heart ablaze,
enough to make you
whole again.
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By Jan Richardson, Circle of Grace
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