Communal Blessing
As parishioners stood in line
Moving slowly toward the altar,
The toddler was smiling at his
mother
As she held him in her arms.
Someone turned to look back at
the child,
Catching his attention
With raised eyebrows and a
smile.
Another reached out to touch
the toddler
And to delight in the
interaction.
As they awaited the communal
blessing
Of bread and wine
Of bread and wine
From the priest at the altar,
They sought a blessing
From the babe in arms.
Blest be the toddler
Who reminds us that
God blooms in every generation.
~
Charles Kinnaird
Photo: Prayer rail at the First Lutheran Church o Pittsburgh
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