Monday, January 11, 2010

BENEDICERE


I read this blessing  in Sojomail from Sojourners. In Latin Benedicere means “to bless."  It’s by Ken Sehested, a North Carolina pastor and stonemason.  Written on New Year’s Day 2005, it launches with a traditional Irish blessing.

May your home always be too
small to hold all your friends.


May your heart remain ever supple,
fearless in the face of threat,
jubilant in the grip of grace.


May your hands remain open,
caressing, never clinched,
save to pound the doors
of all who barter justice
to the highest bidder.


May your heroes be earthy,
dusty-shoed and rumpled,
hallowed but unhaloed,
guiding you through seasons
of tremor and travail, apprenticed
to the godly art of giggling
amid haggard news and
portentous circumstance.


May your hankering be
in rhythm with heaven's,
whose covenant vows a dusty
intersection with our own:
when creation's hope and history rhyme.


May hosannas lilt from your lungs:
God is not done;
God is not yet done.


All flesh, I am told, will behold;
will surely behold.



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