Fractal of Grace

This is a blessing
For the part of you that grieves in secret
Yearning for your childhood home
or the sound of your grandmother shuffling cards,
waking up in half-ashamed dreams
of your first lover,
or the time you knew (but then forgot!) how to fly.

This blessing knows you already:
the ways you pretend,
your many kinds of laughter,
the pulse of your worry.

This blessing knows
that you often crave the stars
or the sweat of a dance party,
and that you feel guilty
because you're already so lucky
but you still ache for more.

This blessing can't take away the yearning
but it can draw a connecting line
between your pain and mine,
between pockets of suffering and dreaming.

In the diagram of our grief
maybe there is a pattern of blessing,
a fractal of grace.