When you come
to the place between.
When you have left what you held most dear.
When you are traveling toward the life
you know not.
When you arrive
at the hardest ground.
May it become for you
a place to rest.
May it become for you
a place to dream.
May the pain
that has pressed itself into you
give way
to vision,
to knowing.
May the morning make of it
an altar,
a path,
a place to begin again.
Jan Richardson
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