Blessed be you risen with the sun,
for arriving soft-foot in the garden unawares,
and surprising us with friendly news
that hope has sprung, the dead season’s gone.
Let me rise with a joyful heart this day.
Living One, I go to look where I last found you but that is now stony and dead,
for you who lead me forward to new life are always one step ahead.
As I leave the old and step out in the new this day,
bring new life to my fingers that I might
touch the signs of your life among us and have faith.
Bring new life as I eat my breakfast that I might know you
in the breaking of my daily bread.
Bring new life to the work of my hands this day
that I might trust the abundance of your gift.
Bring new life when you interrupt my old ways and name me
that I might recognise your calling me on.
Bring new life to my eyes that I might see you beside me as I walk my road this day.
And may God of the Easter garden bless in every season of the heart.
May God of the mountainside bless in time set apart.
May God of the beach bless whether tides ebb or tides flow.
May God of the upper room bless my doubt that I may know
afresh the deep love of God that is stronger than death.
May it rise within me as I set forth this day.
(from Tess Ward, The Celtic Wheel of the Year: Celtic and Christian Seasonal Prayers)
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