by Rev. Jan Richardson
You hardly imagined standing here,
everything you ever loved suddenly returned to you,
looking you in the eye and calling your name.
And now you do not know how to abide this hole
in the center of your chest,
where a door slams shut and swings open
at the same time, turning on the hinge
of your aching and hopeful heart.
I tell you, this is not a banishment from the garden.
This is an invitation,
a choice, a threshold, a gate.
This is your life calling to you from a place you could never
have dreamed, but now that you have glimpsed its edge,
you cannot imagine choosing any other way.
So let the tears come as anointing,
as consecration and then let them go.
Let this blessing
gather itself around you.
Let it give you what you will need
for this journey.
You will not remember
they do not matter.
All you need to remember
is how it sounded
when you stood
in the place of death
and heard the living call your name.