Hearing is the first seeing

a blessing for your new year

When the stale air 
of a repressed truth 
lodged deep inside the body 
gutturals itself out
into the room


what else is there to do but bear a holy witness
and bow down?


What else is there to do 
but bow?


It is as if a baby has been born
and in its wake, 

a holy awe

breathe the mystery in
let it carve you out


bless the largeness you had
feared all your life


This abundance is your birthright
this generosity, 
your moment by moment gift.


The song you long to sing
is already being sung

fling wide the gates
and join the chorus-


allow your life to remind you 
of your goodness


and sing--

yes.

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(with gratitude to Sue Monk Kidd, whose prayer: "Bless the largeness inside me, no matter how I fear it," from The Book of Longings, changed my life)