118 - Blessings

Spring seems to have finally arrived where I am. The tulips bloomed suddenly last week, and overnight, the forsythia blazed yellow. Lengthening days to savor my everyday blessings, to enjoy the freedom sung by Pesach rituals, to look ahead in the newly slanted sunlight.

One Hundred Eighteen

Blessings
For B.L.

Blessing You I bless myself:
I hold the spark of me before Your eyes
And tremble as I see my reflection,
Holy One to holy one.

Blessing You I bless myself,
For I bless remembering and placing,
Separating, discerning, arranging
Spaces of holiness, moments of benediction.

Blessing You I bless myself,
Triggering ancient words, gestures,
Motions that twine me to before,
To befores without number.

Blessing You I bless myself.
As ancient words transform,
Comfortable in this time,
Singing songs for days to come.

Blessing You I bless myself.
With knowledge, with goodness and care:
Sacred words for everyday;
Every day for sacredness.