May the Blessed One grant you the desire of your heart and hoist your hands in praise.
May you be like a tree planted by the water, whose roots know neither thirst nor famine,
Whose leaves blossom fearless against the threat of heat, whose fruit ripen with succulent joy.
For I know the plans I have for you, says the Beloved, plans to prosper, not peril;
Plans for radiant light and sheltering night; no scorching heat or terror’s blight.
Your Future calls you by name.
May the Christ who lightens every burden, and heightens every cheer, be ever-near, ever-here, no matter the road’s rutted way, no matter the journey’s bitter dismay.
Taste and see that the Lord is good, Who prepares both banquet and abiding shelter.
Hear the well-wishing of Heaven’s delight, and the Glory framing your countenance.
Listen for that which no libelous tongue can say nor grief-plugged ear can hear:
The One who suckles you and savors you and thrills at the sound of your beating heart—this One knows your need and will bleed in your defense.
Stand on this Rock against every turbulent sea and threatening gale.
Your Safe Harbor awaits your return from every raging storm.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org. Inspired by Psalm 20:4, Jeremiah 17:7-8, Jeremiah 29:11, Matthew 11:28-30, Psalm 34:8, Numbers 6:24-26.