I do not wish you joy without a sorrow,
Nor endless day without the healing dark,
Nor brilliant sun without the restful shadow,
Nor tides that turn against your bark.
I wish you love,
and strength,
and faith,
and wisdom,
goods,
gold enough to help some needy one.
I wish you songs, but also blessed silence
And God’s sweet peace when every day is done.
~Dorothy Nell McDonald
This blessing is perfect for bicycling. The fun, enjoyment, and pleasure I get from bicycling is not possible without the suffering that bicycling also brings. I want you– and I– to experience sorrow so that you can experience the joy afterwards.
Dusk, the ‘healing dark’, is all the more beautiful for having bicycled through the ‘endless day’.
On a bicycle with the ‘brilliant sun’ beating down on you, you watch like a hawk for that ‘restful shadow’, a bit of shade to rest in for a few minutes.
I even wish a headwind upon you, my friend, the ‘tides that turn against your bark’. Some of my strongest memories of bicycling involve fierce headwinds, like the time it took us 5 hours to bike 20 miles during Biking Across Kansas, the 25 mph headwind gusting up to 40 and coating us with a visible layer of manure from the cattle farms we passed. Showering at the end of that day, though it was in a locker room with a dozen other women and not quite enough hot water, was the greatest luxury imaginable.
I wish you love— Bicycling with a companion or two is my favorite treat. and strength— Even in weakness I can turn the pedals, but the feeling of strength as I power up a hill is awesome. and faith— Exhausted, thinking I can go no farther, the final 2 miles seem endless, but at last, they, too, come to an end. There is food, there is rest, there is home. and wisdom– Foolishness brings adventures, such as dehydration, electrolyte deficiency, and sunburn. Wisdom brings safer adventures. goods— like more bike gear. gold enough to help some needy one– My dad is bicycling from Lawrence, KS to Atlanta, GA right now. He was feeling down on Day 4, and giving $5 to a stranger in need lifted his spirits right away.
And God’s sweet peace when every day is done— Whatever religion you are or aren’t, sweet peace is at the end of a long day of bicycling.