Blessing #13: A Blessing for Failure

"The will of color

loves how light spreads

Through its diffusions, 

making textures subtle,  

Clothing a landscape in concealment

For color to keep its mysteries

Hidden from the unready eye. 

 

But the light that comes after rain

Is always fierce and clear,

And illuminates the face of everything

Through the transparency of rain. 

 

Despite the initial darkening,

This is the light that failure casts. 

Beholden no more to the promise

Of what dream and work would bring. 

It shows where roots have withered

And where the source has gone dry. 

 

The light of failure has no mercy

On the affections of the heart; 

It emerges from beyond the personal,

A wiry, forthright light that likes to see crevices

Open in the shell of a controlled life. 

 

Though cruel now, it serves a deeper kindness,

Wise to the larger call of growth. 

It invites us to humility

And the painstaking work of acceptance

 

So that one day we may look back

In recognition and appreciation

At the disappointment we now endure."