Blessing #40: A Blessing for Love in a Time of Conflict

 "When the gentleness 
between you hardens
And you fall out of your
belonging with each other,
May the depths you have reached
hold you still.

When no true word
can be said, or heard, 
And you mirror each other
in the script of hurt,
When even the silence
has become raw and torn,
May you hear again
an echo of your first music. 

When the weave of affection starts to unravel
And anger begins to sear the ground between you,
Before this weather of grief invites
The black seed of bitterness to find root, 
May your souls come to kiss.

Now is the time for one of you to be gracious,
To allow a kindness beyond thought and hurt,
Reach out with sure hands
To take teh chalice of your love,
And carry it carefully through this echoless waste
Until this winter pilgrimage leads you
Toward the gateway to spring."