Come, Saints

Sunrise in Los Alamos, photo by Karen Brown
Come, Saints
Do not fear your body, for you are your body
Recognize the joy inherent in the path you follow
Your journey may appear hard, tough, solid, impenetrable

But your perception changes; 
          grace is given to you, 
          regardless your merits 
                    or desires, 
          inevitable as tides; 
          you control this gift and its giving no more than you control the rising and setting sun

There is work to do—consider the true value of your thoughts, that they may be made light
And you will receive a new, revelatory word: 
All is well

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