TO COME HOME TO YOURSELF
May all that is unforgiven in you,
May your fears yield
Their deepest tranquilities.
May all that is unlived in you,+ John O’Donohue, from Benedictus: A Book of Blessings
Blossom into a future,
Graced with love.
This seems an appropriate way to grace the end of a week musing on journeys, words and blessings.
I wonder, what might you be coming home to?
And do you need to name it?