blessed are you
who sometimes feel
all that you are
is a deep pit of
sorrow
and fear
and longing
for something you can’t name
and to be honest
sometimes doubt even exists
blessed are you
for yours is the way of mystics
finding unexpected answers
in unexpected places
ancient prophecies
and swirling cosmos
and a humble cradle
ministered to by misfits
and angels
and gifts of worship
and praise
and grief
blessed are you
still
for yours is the way of your spiritual ancestors
who also had nothing to give
but despair and decay
yet still
turned their faces to the light
of a star
of the dawn
and witnessed
what our G-d
uses
to make life
out of death
amen +
evergreen vox 