POETRY from https://liturgies4life.substack.com
May spring return to you
little by little each lightening day,
in small, forgiving signs:
a green shoot springing up from earth,
a morning warm enough for bare arms,
a bird preening on a distant branch,
a feather turning slowly through the air.
May you remember
that the world is not made safe
by your fear of it.
May your heart race
and still carry you forward.
May your hands tremble
and still find the handlebars.
May you pause when you need to,
listen to the warning in your body,
and continue only when you are ready.
Bless the paths that open
around the tall gums.
Bless the companions who call,
“INCOMING!”
and stay close until the danger passes.
Bless the creatures who defend
what they love,
even when their love arrives
with sharp beaks and beating wings.
And when something soft
falls unexpectedly into your keeping,
may you receive it as a sacred gift
that holds a lesson especially for you
in this particular season.
May you enter this spring
with courage tucked into your pocket—
small, imperfect and weightless,
and may you discover
that you can be afraid
and go back (or forward)
anyway.
