of one who has nothing left to give.
The blessing from above the heights
oozes over the hair,
cascade-drips over the face,
the forehead glistens with it.
What is given to the one who has nothing,
who stands with empty heart, empty hands, empty voice
is a blessing of more than what can be given
to one who stands with hands
grandly occupied.
And when the one who is bereft of kindness
stands under the heights of kindness lavished,
the blessing drenches, slowly gives of itself
generous.
The anointed one drips
with the blessing given to the one who has nothing
left to give,
who has come to stand in the gift and
has learned to receive the gift
that turns all of those nothings
into something
that can begin
again.
Jenneth Graser
Photograph David Hofmann Unsplash
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