Under The Olive Tree

Blessed are ye ….

If we were to abide each moment and each changing day in such a way that we could pass unruffled and unscathed – though tempest swells, when dark night falls – when all the fabric of our lives unravels – and even when the heights are reached or victory’s won or precious gift or touch obtained – and still abide in hope and trust and faith – and love … to gaze upon the awesome valley of despair or with tenacity to pull our final weight and overcome adversity or realize a sacred quest – to lose or give all that we hold as true and best – and without wavering or fault lay hold of hand and heart and set our face on our dear Savior’s breast – and there to find repose and rest regardless of our present state or accomplishment or worthiness – then that, my soul, is to be blessed.

Blessed are ye is less a promise than a state of being.