Bless the crooked path that marks our journey forward, every straight line long enough curves. Bless the angles that bend, turn and twist before us, reshaping the forms we are so accustomed to trusting. And bless the shadows, light's dramatic brush across the canvas of earth.

Bless every angle: every plot, every scheme and every agenda. Bless every intention to win the point. Bless every opinion held in awe by its holder. Bless every assumption, every excuse and every rationalization.

Bless every faith bound notion and every self-perpetuating myth. Bless the grasp that will not release.

Bless the moment when the angles out distance our expectations and the shadows retreat into day. Bless the opening when knowing shifts on its axis.