May you be blessed.
May you be blessed, people of the edge, marginal pilgrims, shaky saints, trembling travelers, limping leapers, and lovers of humanity whose hands are extended into the darkness to those who dwell there, who enter the abyss with a light that gradually dissolves the fog of ambiguity and despair.
Be blessed soul travelers, guided guides, voices of hope, fellow stragglers who stagger toward something that glimmers in the darkness and the distance, swerving, swaying, yet mercifully, on course.
Be blessed, you who often fall down and mostly, rise up.
Be blessed, wounded neighbor, scabbed, scarred, healing healers.
Be blessed, you faithful doubters and doubting faithful who continue and thus, shake off the weights of those doubts to confidently live on.
Be blessed, witnesses of The Presence, who, with myopic eye, have seen and see and say, "Here is God and God is here."
My comrades, my kinsmen, my fellow lovers of God and people who continue and conquer through the One who loves you, Jesus people, followers of that Way and those called to follow whose calling has not been heard or comprehended, but who are being drawn or shall be drawn, my beloved.
" Be strong, and let your heart take courage,
all you who wait for the LORD!""
(Psalm 31:24 ESV)