A Blessing For Peace
I have met you, but I don’t know you.
I wonder what it would take to move
from stranger to friend with you.
Some say your presence is fleeting,
leaving me curious about offering
you a fervent invitation to stay.
Could it be me? Do I not offer you
an authentic welcome? How does
my attention drift away from you?
The ancients say you are quiet.
Maybe you are the absence of
both outside and inside noise.
Is it possible, I have an attachment
to the noise? Yes, likely a needed
distraction from the angst created
by my will being at odds with the will
of life. Is it hard for me to believe life
doesn’t wish to cooperate with my wishes?
Does peace depend upon some armistice
between me and life? And is this agreement
dependent upon my letting go? What is
letting go? It might be a loosening of my
grip upon what I want and how I think
things should be.
Does this loosened grip suggest I may
be less of a demanding child? Might I
become more curious about what life
wishes from me? Will peace hear my
welcome as I release my expectation
that life should serve me?
Why did I come here, if not to be served
by life? Can I summon a measure of honesty
regarding demands placed upon life? Can I
allow the truth of my mortality guide me?
Maybe then, I can accept that I am here to
serve life, with peace responding to such a welcome.