May you fly,
find safe passage in the air,
on the ground,
any place you find yourself
in between.
May the words you think
you have lost
return on the blesséd wings
of wild geese flying home.
May you always know
that help waits for you to ask—
it exists to serve.
Your task is to welcome it,
embrace it when it graces
your doorstep.
May the time you seek
split open before you,
allow you to enter
its beloved fog.
Jan Haag
June 6, 2010
Corvallis, Oregon
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