A Blessing for Writers

by Hilary Horn

By Jenneth Graser

I bless you with the major rivers of the earth

to run through your veins,

the Ganges, Yangtze, Mississippi.


I bless you with a flow of great waters

upon the canyons of your inspiration.


I bless all of your latent ideas to materialise

from out of your DNA.


I bless the story abiding deep within

the crevasse of the moment,

to be discovered, your hand on paper.


I bless you with a deluge rushing

in to fill your Okavango

and for wandering pilgrims to fall into

the oasis of your words.


I bless your voice to be heard from

the utmost heights of Mt Everest, Annapurna, Kilimanjaro.


I bless you with a blank page, a pen in your grip,

taken by the current of your dreams,

realising your own personal power,


disappointment swept away by the

mighty resilience of you, coming to life

in this place, being born upon a time and season


that has been waiting so long

to receive this epiphany:


your words arterial

channelling from out of your soul

straight into a sea of hearts, torrential.

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