Blessing for the Injured

Let the runner be still.

Let the legs that carried you here carry nothing for now.

Let the guilt that says you should be running speak, and let it be wrong.

Let those who say push through reveal themselves as those who have never been broken.

Let the body that aches be honored for what it became before it asked you to stop.

You were not stopped. You were spoken to.

The flesh does not lie. It does not exaggerate. It does not seek attention.

When it speaks, it has already been patient longer than you know.

Listen now.

The miles you built are not lost. They live in the architecture of you.

When the flesh says it is ready, you will know.

Until then, be still.

Rest well.