ClarkRange

Blessed be the dust mote,
For it is humble.
Blessed be the mountain range,
For it is arrogant and large.
Blessed be the castle of sand and the flake of granite.

I am as fragile as stone but I bless them anyway.

Blessed be ice and rain and sun,
For wearing down everything.
Blessed be the gravity of Mother Earth,
Which pulls all things down.

I am as ignorant as a rose but I bless them anyway.

Blessed be the unhappy mother,
For singing the lullabies of fear.
Blessed be the insatiable infant,
For he will inherit her lament.

I am as broken as the moon but I bless them anyway.

I bless all broken things,
And all children who navigate blindfolded,
And all that is lost or crumbling,
And every mountain reduced to dust.

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