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.