Hard Blessings
Hard blessings remain in men
when softer grace
is soon forgot.
They are the berry rich,
found beneath the thorn.
Like holding onto dying hands,
feeling the fainted step of the wrist
and the warmth of the palm
all in one breath.
Hard blessings are best.
More remembered than softer grace
more coveted.
Like walking upright,
on broken limbs.
Hard blessings
are an unguent, unseen balm
that grinds the faith
into a wondrous golden web.
And they remain in men
when softer grace
is soon forgot.
Hard blessings remain in men
when softer grace
is soon forgot.
They are the berry rich,
found beneath the thorn.
Like holding onto dying hands,
feeling the fainted step of the wrist
and the warmth of the palm
all in one breath.
Hard blessings are best.
More remembered than softer grace
more coveted.
Like walking upright,
on broken limbs.
Hard blessings
are an unguent, unseen balm
that grinds the faith
into a wondrous golden web.
And they remain in men
when softer grace
is soon forgot.