I wrote this in honor of my father-in-law, who always spoke the blessing at family gatherings. I was sitting with the approach of our first family gathering at which he would not be there to speak the blessing. I'm sharing it here because I know there are others who have had to face the same moment. This gave me comfort, may it do the same for you and your family.
Who Will Speak the Blessing?
Lynda Allen
Heads are bowed,
eyes are closed,
yet no voice is raised.
Who will speak the blessing?
Without agreeing to,
we left a space in the
circle.
One day, we know the circle
will close, and we will fill the space,
but for now, who will speak
the blessing?
Today, we simply let the
silence be;
the echo of our loss,
reverberating in the space
left behind.
No one speaks the blessing.
Hands instinctively reach one
for the other,
hearts join in a moment of shared
grief and grace,
transforming the silence.
Love speaks the blessing.
#OneHeartataTime
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