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Poet Alison Davis finds blessings for those who are on the edges of who they are and what they think they know:
“A Blessing for Those at the Edge”
Maybe you walked here.
Maybe you ran here.
Maybe you followed a trail of stones, of feathers, of flowers,
of scents, of sky.
Maybe you went afoot with the Mystery & so how you got here
is also a mystery.
But here is where you are & here
is always its own kind of blessing & here
at the edge, blessings compound.
Bless those at the edge of the river
of their heart,
full of promise.
Bless those at the edge of the morning,
singing the bright face of day
into the blue.
Bless those at the edge of what they know,
watching the old certainties crumble.
Bless those at the edge of doom,
bearing it out, as the famous bard wrote,
with or without the draw of a happy ending.
Bless those at the edge of love
of self, of other, of world,
as the way forward grows more subtle, less sound.
Bless those at the edge of language,
whose tongues & tales & names
are more pledge than guarantee.
Bless those at the edge of believing
a life can be lived at the edge.