Our Mother’s Hands

BLESSED BE OUR HANDS
by Diann Neu

Blessed be the work of our hands.

Blessed be these hands that touch life.

Blessed be these hands that nurture creativity.

Blessed be these hands that hold pain.

Blessed be these hands that embrace with passion.

Blessed be these hands that tend gardens.

Blessed be these hands that close in anger.

Blessed be these hands that plant new seeds.

Blessed be these hands that harvest ripe fields.

Blessed be these hands that clean, wash, mop, scrub.

Blessed be these hands that become knotty with age.

Blessed be these hands that wrinkle and scar from doing justice.

Blessed are these hands that reach out and are received.

Blessed are these hands that hold the promise of the future.

Blessed be the works of our hands and hearts.

~Diann Neu

 

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To Come Home to Yourself

By John O’Donohue 

May all that is unforgiven in you Be released.
May your fears yield Their deepest tranquillities.
May all that is unlived in you blossom into a future graced with love.

an Irish Blessing

This hung in my mother’s kitchen and now graces mine each St. Patty’s day~

May those that love us, love us;

and those that don’t love us,

may God turn their hearts;

and if he doesn’t turn their hearts,

may he turn their ankles

so we’ll know them by their limping.

(click here for a recipe for my mother’s Irish potatoes)