Lord, who can journey with you?
Who can find their home
On your holy mountain?
The one whose walk and work are blameless,
Whose rest sings the seventh sunrise,
Whose days bloom goodness,
And whose heart is kernel crushed,
Chaff blown, and light
As deep heaven’s snowflake bread.
Their tongues do no violence;
Nor do they hoard hate
To cast out in wide arcs
Like seed on whomever is around.
They judge without blame.
They suffer love with great hearts
And are glad of it.
They give themselves away
But can’t be bought.
They promise more
Than there is to give.
They give more
Than it takes to live.
They lose and love
More than they thought they could.
It was good.
It was good.
It was good.
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