a blessing for beautiful, terrible days

Blessed are we, the anxious,
with eyes wide open to the lovely and the awful.

Blessed are we, the aware,
knowing that the only sane thing to do in such a world
is to admit the fear that sits in our peripheral vision.

Blessed are we, the hopeful,
eyes searching for the horizon,
ready to meet the next miracle, the next surprise.

Yes, blessed are we, the grateful,
awake to this beautiful, terrible day.