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A Blessing of Courage
I cannot say
where it lives,
only that it
comes
to the heart
that is open,
to the heart
that asks,
to the heart
that does not
turn away.
It can take
practice,
days of tugging
at
what keeps us
bound,
seasons of
pushing against
what keeps our
dreaming
small.
When it
arrives,
it might
surprise you
by how quiet it
is,
how it moves
with such grace
for possessing
such power.
But you will
know it
by the strength
that rises from
within you
to meet it,
by the release
of the knot
in the center
of
your chest
that suddenly
lets go.
You will
recognize it
by how still
your fear
becomes
as it loosens
its grip,
perhaps never
quite
leaving you,
but calmly
turning
into joy
as you enter
the life
that is finally
your own.
Jan Richardson
The Cure for Sorrow
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