We trust a shadowed God
who seizes us in lonely places,
who comes to us in travail,
who births us only in great labor.
There is no struggle in which
blessing is not enfolded in the mystery.
There is no tribulation in which
God is not reworking the clay.
There is no wound without the power of healing.
Therefore the prayer of the faithful
is not that our lives be easy,
but always and only this:
“I will not let go until you bless me.”
Of the struggles life thrusts upon you
do not let go
until you get from them a blessing,
and become—limping, perhaps—
a new person, with a new name.
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