Tag Archives: blessing

He Brought Me to His Banqueting Table

He Brought Me to His Banqueting Table

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for celebration—
a handshake
or handmade card,
a hatful of money
or armful of flowers.

Blessed are You
for birthday parties
and white elephant gifts,
balloon bouquets
and long-stemmed roses,
graduation caps
and dance recitals,
fireworks, hot dogs,
folks gathered together.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for water drops on flower petals,
rainbows and radiant children.
Birdcalls announce morning,
crickets herald evening,
wordless celebration,
sun setting, moon rising,
Your banner over me is
love.

Berries Will Turn Red

Berries Will Turn Red

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for warm mug in hand,
steam rising,
tea sweet with creamer.

Blessed are You
for Phrank—the cat—
purring on my lap,
face pinched with old age;
for leaves edged thinly with brown,
hinting at Autumn;
for the last bucket
of grapes from the vine,
complete with spiders,
ladybugs, and earwigs.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for tiny green berries
hidden in green leaves
surrounding our porch.
The berries will turn red,
the leaves will flame with color
and I will cut
a handful of branches
and put them in a vase
and say, Thank You for this,
for life.

For 18 Years

For 18 Years

Blessed are You
Lord our God
King of the Universe
for 18 years of marriage,
of love—
bitter / sweet
comforting / unsettling
lonely / intimate
full

Blessed are You,
for I have seen You
in Michael’s face
in his words
his steadfastness
forgiveness

Blessed are You
Lord our God
King of the Universe
for duck pond dates
pillow talk and pillow tears
Ted Lasso
role reversals
one-liners
friendship

Blessed are You
for we have loved and endured
each other
and each other’s families.
We have learned by participation
what hurts and what heals.
Seeing, seeing
seeing each other
and then again
forever

My Favorite Greens

My Favorite Greens

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for bouncy green parrots,
moss, and mint ice cream,
firm green limes,
green toenail polish.

Blessed are You
for green smoothies and green tea,
guacamole on yellow corn chips,
green apples and green beans,
zucchini sautéed with Portabellos.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe;
green was, I suppose, Your idea—
humans with green eyes,
frogs with green bodies,
lily pads and spinach,
tropical green fish—
these are a few of my favorite greens.

Will I Be Friends With My Mind?

Will I Be Friends With My Mind?

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for my mind.
I’d rather curse You for it,
but that wouldn’t fit my poem.
My mind is prone to operating
with one wheel in the ditch.
Sleep is my drug of choice,
sweet relief from my mind.

Blessed are You
for meeting me in my mind,
proving once again
that You have a taste
for dinner with a sinner.
Because of Your audacity,
I consider making amends
with my mind.
Maybe we can get along
despite everything.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for my mind—
filing cabinets of facts,
drawers in disarray,
windrows of worries,
and stacks of stories.
If it were empty
I would cease to exist.
So, thank You for the mess
and the miracle
that is my mind.

Holy Homemakers

Holy Homemakers

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for taking up residence in me.
I don’t think You are an implant,
sewn to the tissues of my brain, or heart.
You must live in that part of me
we humans fail to define,
the spirit or soul,
breath of life first passed
from Your lips to Adam’s
all those years ago.

Blessed are You for co-signing
on the mortgage
for these bones and flesh,
and putting Your name
next to mine
on the mailbox.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for showing me how to belong
here in myself,
trusting what Your presence indicates—
that this is home—
my spirit, my body, and Your divinity
as homemakers.

Cats, Who Speak Their Minds

Cats, Who Speak Their Minds

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for kittens,
by turns eager or shy,
soft or sharp,
gentle or vicious,
always fully embodied.

Blessed are You for cats,
who know the wisdom of naps,
the wildness of string,
the curiosity of a cardboard box;
who speak their minds
with mews and purrs,
claws and paws and pointed ears.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for senior cats,
who ease into all-day naps
quite naturally,
forget litter box etiquette,
and are content with a cuddle,
rather than a romp.
May I, too, receive life
with gaiety and age with grace.

Country Music

Country Music

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for country music,
reminding me that every story
is worth singing:
love found, and love lost,
cancer and ticks,
forgetting and remembering,
leaving and coming back.

Blessed are You
for what twin fiddles
and a steel guitar teach us:
that too much of a good thing
is a good thing,
that a man can park under neon lights
and find wisdom over a glass of milk,
that a messy life is paradise,
dancing is better than television,
and if we’re going through hell
to keep on walking.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for showing up behind the couch
where a little girl hid,
for Hollywood and turnip greens
in the same song,
for Jesus, sex, alcohol, and forever love
in the same world.
When it’s all said and done,
what a beautiful mess we’re in
with You.


First verse:
Inspiration from Brad Paisley

Songs referenced – second verse:
Heartland, George Strait
Too Much of a Good Thing, Alan Jackson
The Good Stuff, Kenny Chesney
Just Another Day in Paradise, Phil Vassar
Why Don’t We Just Dance, Josh Turner
If You’re Going Through Hell, Rodney Atkins

Songs referenced – third verse:
The Little Girl, John Michael Montgomery
Good Directions, Billy Currington
Beautiful Mess, Diamond Rio

Storms, and Other S-Words

Storms, and Other S-Words

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for sex.
I am drawn by passion
or a desire for passion.
I am drawn to celebrate the joy
and relief of belonging.

Blessed are You
for storms,
set to kill, or thrill,
or water the earth.
Thunderstorms ground me—
flashes of light,
beating of great sky-gongs,
loud but gentle fall of rain.
The smell of washed earth
says I belong here.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for the safety of You—
a safety that embraces
mystery and madness,
skepticism and silence,
and humankind’s violent and dark
underbelly—human trafficking,
and other tragedies.

When there is not a wisp of cloud
over endless, hellish desert,
there is a whisper that you belong
in yourself and in the heart of God.

All Over My Face

All Over My Face

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for the sudden rise of mirth
up through my torso,
rushing out my open mouth
to be heard: laughter.

Blessed are You
for the intimacy of a laugh,
bypassing my mental security system
to embrace a stranger.
Or, taking its place
at the dining room table
to remember for the hundredth time
when Papa split his jeans open
while trying a dance move.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe
for the relational
bridge-building
of laughter.
For a moment I forget
all other things
to enjoy the one thing.
I am released,
reduced,
re-membered,
and it’s written
all over
my face.