Blessed are those whose hearts bow and whose hands fold in reverence to the Source of all life.
The bounty of the garden will fill their houses.
Their hope of redemption will guide the tempest-tossed to Heaven’s sheltered sanctuary.
Mercy is their guiding star; and justice, the blaze on their trail.
Like deep-rooted trees that endure fierce gales, such fearless compañeras of the Most High are steadfast in the face of every devil-driven wind.
Having known the delight of the goodness of God, they respond in kind to earth’s battered and bruised.
For such, all shall be well, all shall be well.
And all manner of things shall be well.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Inspired by Psalm 112 and using a line from Julian of Norwich.