A Blessing

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The Hudson Review, Inc A Blessing Author(s): Tom Sexton Source: The Hudson Review, Vol. 53, No. 1 (Spring, 2000), p. 90 Published by: The Hudson Review, Inc Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/3853103 . Accessed: 23/06/2014 11:50 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . The Hudson Review, Inc is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Hudson Review. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 91.229.229.44 on Mon, 23 Jun 2014 11:50:31 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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The Hudson Review, Inc

A BlessingAuthor(s): Tom SextonSource: The Hudson Review, Vol. 53, No. 1 (Spring, 2000), p. 90Published by: The Hudson Review, IncStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/3853103 .

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TOM SEXTON

A Blessing

The path through the woods is filling with yellow leaves. A week of fall

and then it will begin to snow.

High in the conifers, crossbills

are singing. I pause to listen

and catch a glimpse of their plumage.

How long ago was it that I

was told their beaks were twisted

when they tried to loosen the nails

that held Christ to His cross?

For their labor, their pale feathers

were stained forever with His blood.

My mind knows that this is only a tale to be told to a child.

But like mist rising from water, it blesses the life that knows it.

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