A Blessing for a New Season

I am an Easter disciple.

A beloved child of the King of the Universe.

I belong to an ancient people of new birth.

When the globe awakes to a day no different,

I awake with a company of brothers and sisters praying.

When the land’s inhabitants move about in struggle and sadness,

I arise with a poem on my lips.

When cities sit in darkness, for they cannot comprehend the sea of sunlight,

The green shooting forth its song,

I remember what has been done for me.

Though I walk on troubled corners,

I am preserved against forgetfulness, apathy, and despair.

Doubts will come,

But today and always, a hand stretches out to help me.

Divine strength delivers me from bad habits and death traps.

Today I am remade.

I am not anything special, yet there is One who thinks of me constantly.

I have been granted the way of a well-thought path for all my days.

When I can’t see what’s ahead, my heart rests.

I do not have to know every detail.

I stand on strength transformed from weakness into resurrection.

My purpose is granite.

There is a steadfast love that perseveres and permeates the oxygen of the ages—-

And yes, even this small sliver of a day.

Here in the first moments of a fresh season

I emerge from a story centuries old,

Hope lives within me.

I declare it to myself as an anthem, and to the verdant earth gathered ‘round me,

My God guides me forward

To take each moment as it comes,

To trust the unfolding and unfurling,

To think deliberately, feel truly, humbly, and hold out my hand for help.

I have everything I need.

When uncertainty throttles me, I will remember

The day I called Your name.

I am heard. I am saved.

I am led into the vast unknown with shouts of joy,

Friends gather with me in saying what is yes, good, and lovely.

My entire being resonates with this rhythm:

I am an Easter disciple.

A beloved child of the King of the Universe.

I belong to an ancient people of new birth.

(Based on Psalm 138).

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