November 7: A Benediction
By Sophie Strand
May your heart be soft as rain
on the hungry soil. May your heart
be hungry soil. May the next year
be today. And every day a kingdom.
May your day be filled with presence.
May presence bloom with such intensity
that you stand transfixed. May there
be snowdrops and trillium and columbine
hung like lace across the limestone
of your closed eyes. May your eyes open
inwards. Downwards. Heart-towards.
May your day be as purple as your own song.
As blue as your own thought. As red as
the string of love you are following,
step by step, through the spiral.
May you trust the seashell curvature
of your becoming. May you feel yourself
becoming the shape and flower
of your own belonging in this one
breath. This welcome, spacious hour.