The pain, the problem, the struggle,
the wound, the weakness, the “disability”—
don’t let it go until you have found the blessing.
The thing you hate:
your hate is a way of hanging on—
because it still has something for you,
a new birth it is trying to give you.
The angel is usually not out there,
(Remember you’re not wrestling with tragedy,
you’re wrestling with God.
Though every loss is a lesson,
God does not assign pedagogical tragedy.)
The awful event, the terrible loss,
the insult or injustice you’ve suffered,
is not likely a blessing,
but there is one there.
Watch how you resist it,
and learn instead.
Don’t seek the fight; seek the blessing.
You can’t forget, move on, grow up,
you can’t get wise
until you have sought and gotten the blessing.
In that moment your suffering will re-name you
and walk away.
Let the crowd’s hunger be an opening for grace
and the loaves and fish will multiply.
Don’t let go
till you get the blessing.
miles apart oh-so-close
real deal bs
to do to be
write on rock on
hold on let go
always all ways
time no time
all we hold
Break your promise
to be perfect.
That is what all the gods
are waiting for.
Then they will come
and dance with you!