Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Every good blessing

This morning I work in my newly-blessed office, listen to the voices of the children as they get ready to go outside.  The space has felt holy for awhile, but somehow now it feels holier.  I am putting together a Daughters of the King provincial retreat for early June.  I find more than enough words for a retreat on Loving Mercy.  The abundance of the blessing is palpable.  We have a God whose extravagance even leaks out windows that are sealed shut.

I sit in the now blessed office,
Remember where the bishop stood two days ago,
Miter and crozier,
Deacon
In attendance.
I remember gentle powerful words.
They invoked the presence
Of God now and always,
Something every good blessing
Does.
Every good blessing.
Now it spans out of the one narrow window
The window that does not open.
The morning sun carries it.
The blessing travels out
To the green grass by the window well,
The children excited for sun,
Even to the sky which carries the exact name
For the color blue.

In this now blessed office,
I have idea after idea after idea.
They will more than fill a weekend
With mercy
Loving mercy.
If space can be filled with blessing
This one is.
It pours out the one small window
To the grass and sky.
Green and blue.
It is the definition
Of every good blessing.
The exact name
For the experience
Of every good blessing.

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