Blessed be those who have outgrown their shell and must wander the bed of the ocean, looking to trade soft skin for another home.
Blessed be those who have been torn and pierced those who have seen what they cannot forget and yet let their eyes linger.
Blessed be those who thirst for something they do not even know how to name.
Blessed be the misfits, and those who just believe they won’t be missed.
Blessed be your neighbour, you know, the one with the titanium EV who still thinks that they are still immune.
Blessed be those whom once-upon-a-time lived in a shoe and carry memories like wheals.
Blessed be those caught between remedies, seeking silver bullets.
Blessed be those who give and long for sweet return.
Blessed be those for whom peace has cost them more than they had left in their purse, and fear it may never refill.
Blessed be those who have settled for less.
Blessed be the unseen, and the unforgiven.
Blessed be those who have been blinded by their own certainties.
Blessed be those who, unknowingly, bring sharpness and clarity and joy.
Blessed be the impulsive, the cataclysmic – and those who just wonder if they’ll ever learn.
Blessed be those who let you down. Again.
Blessed be those who have the capacity to be still amidst the unresolvable.
Blessed be those who don’t see themselves patterned above.