Blessing the Questions
Let them come:
the questions
that storm through
the crack in the world.
Let them come:
the questions
that crawl through
the hole in your heart.
Let them come:
the questions
in anguish,
the questions
in tears.
Let them come:
the questions
in rage,
the questions
in fear.
Let them come:
the questions
that whisper themselves
so slow,
the questions
that arrive with
breathtaking speed,
the questions
that never entirely leave,
the questions
that bring
more questions still.
Let them come:
the questions
that haunt you
in shadowy hours,
the questions
that visit
in deepest night,
the questions
that draw you
into rest,
into dream,
the questions
that stir
the wakening
world.
Author: Jan Richardson
From: The Cure of Sorrow
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