A Blessing for My Family
This blessing hardly knows what to say,
speechless as it is not simply
from grief but from the gratitude
that has come with it
the thankfulness that sits
among the sorrow
and can barely begin to tell you
what it means not to be alone.
This blessing knows the distances
you crossed in person in prayer
to enter into days of waiting,
nights of long vigil.
It knows the paths you traveled
to be here in the dark.
Even in the shadows this blessing
sees more than it can say and has simply
come to show you the light
that you have given
not to return it to you
not to reflect it back to you
but only to ask you to open your eyes
and see the grace of it,
the gift that shines
in this brightness that you bear.