Blessed be the waiting, blessed the in-between,
The space that waits to find its final form,
Blessed be the truth still waiting to be seen,
Blessed be the watcher in the raging storm.
Blessed be the mind with room to grow and change;
Blessed be those sitting with uncertainty.
Blessed be existence, typical and strange—
In flow, in flux, in motion, blesséd be.

Blessed be the one who hears when all is still.
Blessed be submission to the push and pull.
Blessed be the heart, that thought itself to fill,
And looked and found it was already full.
Blessed be the chaos that makes all things free;
Unsure, uncertain, waiting, blesséd be.