Blessings

I know
all too well
that living often seems
to bring nothing
but grief.

Nevertheless
on this extraordinary day
I give thanks,
and thanks, and more thanks 
because somehow
for no reason at all
I have suddenly 
been filled 
with Light. 

Light
from who knows where
or how –
all I know is
Light is in me
IS me
as I am it –
full of joy.

So 
even though the future still looms
with all its heartbreaking 
life-shattering probabilities
still
despite all rationality
today I am happy.

This morning when I awoke
legions of crows
made me smile
flying in volleys past my window 
on their way to fulfill 
the urgent need for crows
everywhere.

And I was glad
performing my 
morning ablutions
imbibing my pills and potions
kissing my love
sending him out the door
with blessings,
and watching the day 
begin to unfold
its million possibilities…

How can this be,
such joy 
in a world of calamity?
I think it is just
that I live surrounded by royalty – 
all my friends and family, 
and everyone I meet
are kings and queens, joyous beings 
full of such dignity
and pure goodness 
that it makes me weep. 

You and I and they,
we share all things.
We are the Light, 
the Life, 
the Meaning of the Universe. 
How can I stop giving thanks
and blessing everyone 
and everything?

This thing of blessing – 
some recoil at the word
believing it reveals 
allegiance to a certain sect
they see as evil
or at least embarrassing –
but I say the act of blessing
has nothing to do
with dead institutions
but is simply
the most natural response 
to being alive. 

Everyone I meet
and everything I see 
deserves a blessing, 
needs a blessing, 
and blesses me, 
who also deserve 
and need 
all the blessings
I can get. 

A blessing is protection, 
is joy, 
is caring, 
is recognition, 
is bottomless, endless gratitude. 

May this joy of blessing 
flood outward from our hearts, 
washing clean the Earth, 
radiating out beyond the farthest star, 
filling all the Universe
with Light.

Blessed Be All Things
in this and every Time and Space.
Blessed Be all that is,
has been, and is to be
Blessed be We
the Human Family.
Blessed Be. 
Blessed Be.
Blessed Be.

 

Blessings

Trudi Lee Richards

Trudi Lee Richards, a poet-bard of Silo’s Message, is the author of "Confessions of Olivia"; "On Wings of Intent, a biography of Silo"; "Soft Brushes with Death"; and "Experiences on the Threshold." Exactly two of her poems have ever been published: "Fairies of the Forest," which appeared in the Palo Alto Times "Youth Said It" column in 1957, and "The Great 21st Century Poemic," which appeared in the April 2021 edition of Global Poemic (globalpoemic.wordpress.com). She also edited and published the independent San Francisco newspaper "Human Future" from 1989-1997, and before that co-founded "La Mamelle," a '70s San Francisco arts publication. A graduate of Stanford University, she helped raise several humans from infancy, and is now enjoying their friendship. She currently lives in Portland, Oregon.