I pray a rich blessing on your life as you walk
in the quietness of creation,
listening for the solitude
of lasting beauty in the stillness of the night.
May the Source of wisdom hold you safe
through the cold blast of winter,
In the cleft of His awesome mountain of refuge,
hovering over every footstep
on the journey of life that you make.
May the True light rise forth to shatter the darkness
and shine within you continually,
as a guiding fire
to draw a stranger into the warmth of eternity.
May the fragrant knowledge of the
Sovereign Lord permeate your heart
in triumphal procession
inspiring all who cross your path.
May refreshing showers of the Righteous One's perfect love
embrace and spring up as living water on your way
to cleanse your soul clean in entirety
until everlasting day.
May the wind of God's Spirit,
blow away all of this earth that is unnecessary
for eternal life,
so your life will reflect His loveliness,
as clear as crystal light.
May the wonder of the Creator,
as displayed in His mighty universe
overwhelm the magnitude
of life's suffering,
so you will shine like a star in the universe
as you hold out the Word of life and light
for this generation to know His truth.
May the Prince of peace fill you
with every spiritual blessing
and seat you in His heavenly paradise,
while being made pure
in His sacrifice.
May the power of the everlasting Father
lift you where eagles wings bear,
for re-newal in His strength
to run and not grow weary
to walk and not despair.
May the soft whispers of kindness and joy
in the alighting of a little bird,
bless your soul
with personal messages of hope
from the very throne of God.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2004
Poetry from the Heart
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life from God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer
(A Native American Elder)