May all God wants
to bless you with
come to be, and may
your inner mangers,
fresh with hope,
hold wonders of His love,
and splendors of His world,
and wisdoms of His word

May peace surround you,
behind and before you,
your words and work,
your hearth and kin,
and all the friends 
you haven't seen,
in your heart speak:
the prince of peace 

And as the trees of the field
clap their hands,
may you sing joy -
marvel in the clouds
bees and sprouting seeds
full plates and grubby chins,
jolly abandon
it all begins with love.

Oh God, You are mightier, kinder
and more merciful than we can ever imagine.

That I cannot fathom it all 
is a beautiful mystery to me.

I praise you with my whole being
from my top hairs to my toe tips:
every thought, feeling, fear,
hidden hurt and forgotten dream,

Lately I've been restless, struggling to sleep:
I lie awake in bed and wonder where you are
when so many cry out for help -
when so many suffer illnesses and injustices
that have no easy cure,
when your earth is dying,
dug up, burnt, polluted, ignored.

Worst of all, I think about
those who use your name
to cheat, to judge, to profit
to parade banners
of "us against them"
do they see the trenches they have fallen into?
do they feel the hard creases forming in their hearts?
​do I feel them forming in my own?
love, you said, love them -
love me, 
love each other,
love yourself -
love is enough, love is the reason.

Yes, I am heavy with your absence,
but at other times
I am overwhelmed with your presence:

You in the daffodil
every yellow cup a beacon of hope;
You in the fairy wren
greeting the day before it's fully light;
You in the sodden earth
soaking quietly the root and worm;
You in the wood fire
flames to warm us, consume and renew us;
You in the grey clouds
a safe shroud to sorrow in.

Grant us fresh eyes,
to see you, to see each other
truly, truly, truly.
Help us seek stories over opinions,
curiosity over assumptions, 
compassion over side-taking.

May we delight in your world
in new blades of grass
and blossom-scented breeze,
in the exurberance of young children
in the questions of the searching,
in molecular structures and fungal networks,
in perfectly ripe fruit and steaming cups of tea,
in the friendship of a pet, conversation face to face,
in cosmos, a bird in song -

Every heart wears the imprint
of you, of the mystery 
of being known, wanted
utterly loved,
an ancient map of grace:
of thriving in spite
of the mess.

A blessing from the winter sky:
blue crispness to smile under
grey shrouds to sorrow in

A blessing from the tall trees:
grey gum, golden wattle
shivering elm, naked oak

A blessing from the sparkling frost:
crunch of grass underfoot
bright sun upon your face

A blessing from the rain:
deep soaking of your soul
bulbs and seeds about to burst

A blessing from the dark earth:
slow work of worms
and webbing of roots

A blessing from the cold wind:
breath made visible
warmth of wood and wool
​
A blessing from the long night:
a welcome to your shadows
love enfolding sleep