A Simple Blessing

Friends, dear ones—welcome.
As we begin this time together,
I invite us into a blessing.

Not a request,
Not a wish or a plea,
But a quiet honoring—
a sacred acknowledgment
of what already is,
and perhaps has always been.

No matter your spiritual identity,
your religious roots—or none at all,
your politics, your past, or your present—
you are welcome here.
You belong here.
And you are already, deeply, blessed.

With each breath—inhale, exhale—
Life moves gently through us.
The pulse of being continues.
Blessing is not something distant. It is here.

In every kind word,
in every moment of shared silence,
in every warm embrace,
in every story that softens the heart—
blessing finds its way.

With the steady rhythm of your heart—
faithful, unearned, and freely given—
you are being blessed.

In the mystery of your being—
your questions and longings,
your glimpses of clarity and your doubts,
your unfolding, your becoming—
you are being blessed.

And so, as we gather—
in this hour, in this space, with these companions—
may we not only receive blessing,
but remember that we carry it,
and can extend it
to friend and stranger,
to the weary and the hopeful,
to those who feel at home,
and those still searching for a place to belong.

May you know peace.
May your body be at ease,
your mind spacious and clear,
your spirit nourished and alive.

May you and your beloveds be safe—
in your coming and going,
your resting and your rising.

May joy find you
in the small and ordinary moments.
May wonder greet you
when you least expect it.
May love meet you—again and again.

And may you awaken often
to the sacred truth of who you are:
not what you produce,
not the burdens you carry,
not what the world demands—
but the luminous, blessed presence
you already are.

Blessing is your birthright.
It goes with you wherever you go.

So until we meet again—
We are blessed.
We are blessed.
We are blessed.
Amen.