The Beatitudes

Unfolding Light · Oct 27, 2026 · 1m

These benedictions rise from certainty

born of bewilderment,

the confidence that life prevails

above its final falling—

that life endures not only death

but even life, its hunger and its mourning—

and arises from the giving of one’s life.

This blessing falls from lips

who’ve drunk of passion

and survived, and arises

from a heart that trusts the dark.

All wombs are dark and fragile things,

and breathing—falling, rising—sings

of life unknown by stones

and other unmoved things.

For stones in all their strength

can only sit or roll or fall;

but, daring to be tender,

life alone can rise and grow…