Happy Thanksgiving everyone! A poem by Jan Richardson.
melinda & ralph smith Blessing of Hope So may we know the hope that is not just for someday but for this day— here, now, in this moment that opens to us: hope not made of wishes but of substance, hope made of sinew and muscle and bone, hope that has breath and a beating heart, hope that will not keep quiet and be polite, hope that knows how to holler when it is called for, hope that knows how to sing when there seems little cause, hope that raises us from the dead— not someday but this day, every day, again and again and again. —Jan Richardson from The Cure for Sorrow: A Book of Blessings for Times of Grief<https://r20.rs6.net/tn.jsp?f=001oeGm-POR1BnSpxC77oitJjWaBJdo1TyRcritUy5pO8JZYg2QAuXdUA45CTbv3FfhrqgEj_ArfB1axvKfYI7RpiI38EnNpsp98WP0XF0BvRx7QiE9og48OUxrlplB1twjszCiaE6Jx1BWFymcf0dGKCOyPXasy0rV&c=G8tMbza9xDEJ3pyowz1KGBrJ4J8UFygshEJ2nMfr6TcZH9pXMhRNHw==&ch=5bPfMJNOJd-UesWJg5FaAIrp980lMYFu9OROrJ3qrXXSMvlzf2ucUg==>
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