Pause.

From all that is broken, let there be beauty.
From what is torn, jagged, ripped, frayed,
let there be
not just mendings
but meetings unimagined. May the god in whom nothing is wasted
gather up every scrap, every shred and shard, and make of them
new paths,
doorways,
Worlds.

Jan Richardson. “Blessing” from A Women’s Christmas, 2020, janrichardson.com.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O’Donohue. From “Beannacht.”