Welcome to this Lectio Divina,
On the Cure for Sorrow,
A blessing by Jan Richardson.
As we prepare,
We invite stillness.
Being aware of the breath.
Following its movement.
And allowing the body to sink,
To rest,
To be held and supported.
Letting go of the day so far and of what's to come.
Simply being present here and now.
Welcome love,
Compassion and kindness in these moments.
And welcome the grace to receive the hope within these words.
On this first reading,
I invite you to let the words come without attaching.
Let them come and wash over and through.
The cure for sorrow.
Because I do not know any medicine for grief,
But to let ourselves grieve.
Because I do not know any cure for sorrow,
But to let ourselves sorrow.
Because I do not know any remedy,
But to let the heart break.
To let it fall open,
Then to let it fall open still more.
Because I do not know how to mend the un-mendable,
Unfixable,
Un-healable wound that keeps finding itself healed as we tend it.
As we follow the line of it,
As we let it lead us on the path it knows.
Because I do not know any solace,
But to give ourselves into the love that will never cease to find us.
That will never lose its hold on us.
That will never abandon us to the sorrow for which it holds the cure.
On this second reading,
I invite you to be aware of any words or phrases that stand out to you,
That capture your attention.
Because I do not know any medicine for grief,
But to let ourselves grieve.
Because I do not know any cure for sorrow,
But to let ourselves sorrow.
Because I do not know any remedy,
But to let the heart break.
To let it fall open,
Then to let it fall open still more.
Because I do not know how to mend the un-mendable,
Unfixable,
Un-healable wound that keeps finding itself healed as we tend it.
As we follow the line of it,
As we let it lead us on the path it knows.
Because I do not know any solace,
But to give ourselves into the love that will never cease to find us.
That will never lose its hold on us.
That will never abandon us to the sorrow for which it holds the cure.
And on this final reading,
I invite you to take into yourself,
To a deeper place,
Any words or phrases that you've connected with.
And welcome them to minister what you need in this moment.
Because I do not know any medicine for grief,
But to let ourselves grieve.
Because I do not know any cure for sorrow,
But to let ourselves sorrow.
Because I do not know any remedy,
But to let the heart break.
To let it fall open,
Then to let it fall open still more.
Because I do not know how to mend the un-mendable,
Unfixable,
Un-healable wound that keeps finding itself healed as we tend it.
As we follow the line of it,
As we let it lead us on the path it knows.
Because I do not know any solace,
But to give ourselves into the love that will never cease to find us.
That will never lose its hold on us.
That will never abandon us to the sorrow for which it holds the cure.
May you know grace,
Hope and peace in your sorrow.
Amen.
