The Blessing

Photograph by Juliet Altmann

The time has come for the darkness to rise

The return is nigh — the dawn has arrived

All cries have been heard, all lessons integrated

This is the time that I awaited.

A breath of fresh air, at long long last

A sip of water, a place to rest

The space to wander, and time to nest

No more rushing, no more hustling

Just ease and trusting the process.

The time comes for the darkness to rise

Every. Single. Day.

I know there is no destination

So I know I’m always on my way and I’m okay with it.

But what that means, is that the blessing I seek

Does not come at long last at all

In fact, it lives within me

I always had it and I always will

I just didn’t remember to use it, until now

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