Bless all that you are unwilling to love within yourself.
Bless the unlit spaces,
The open wounds that do not care for healing.
Bless the hands that do not want to give.
Bless the lips scorching your heart with unkind words and deeds.
Bless it all,
Everything,
Even when the only thing left is to let go and move on.
Bless the journey.
Bless the past and also bless the future.
Bless your empty arms patiently awaiting the embrace of other arms.
Bless the ecstasy of secret longings arching across your heart.
Bless the howl from the wild vein within you,
Unable to free itself from the ropes of disbelief,
From the pain,
From the lost stories buried in a garden where flowers hardly,
Hardly grow.
Bless the bygone moments,
Those you desperately want back.
Bless the memories and cobwebs trailing behind you,
Unacknowledged,
Awaiting your invitation.
Bless your last thought,
The one before you rest your tired eyes at night beneath the hollow tree.
Bless the gentle rays of sun warming your skin,
Where nothing else around you whispers of light.
Bless every bit of space in your body,
From the captivating beauty in the tips of your toes to the last delightful hair upon your head,
And every speckle of your labeled imperfections.
Bless them.
They are the greatest offering of love and each a portal to the unknown.
Bless your many faces and colorings and your life to the very core of being.
Bless what hides in you,
Near and far,
What soars beyond the horizon of your smile.
Bless,
Bless all that you are,
Beautiful and difficult,
Your radiance and generosity.
Bless the highs and lows of your mind,
The little scary creatures lurking behind you.
Bless them also.
Bless your innocence.
Bless your will to live and love infinitely.
And bless your fears of being seen,
Held,
And touched.
Bless all that makes you uncomfortable,
Vulnerable,
Uncertain,
The quiver in the days and nights of your voice.
Bless what makes you whole,
Complete,
Alive,
As you dwell in the house of spirit,
Gratitude,
And belonging.
