And how do you apportion your affections,
when you have seen the trees as they stood still,
the hills as they unfold in the measure of grace?
Empty yourself. Honor the invitation into
this great depth of joy, wisdom as witness
to the sacred and to the ordinary
of human existence―the smell of salt
on the sea, the arch of sun on your back.
Tenderness as an opening―a ripe peach
split at its center, a lesson in becoming
new and awake, as when goldenrod dress
the fields with warm fragility, renewed
with provision each autumn. Buoyed
by the light, an austerity for winter’s darkness
and scarcity takes hold of our collective grip,
and we are reminded again of this divine center
of things into which we must return, an offering
of love into wholeness toward all of the living.
Kait is a poet based in Grand Rapids. She was commissioned by City Chapel to write poetry based on the Beatitudes.