Blessing the Wine
When the wine is poured for today’s Thanksgiving dinner, I’ll be sharing it with some 50 members of my Colorado/Arizona/Washington State family. It seems especially significant that I knew none of these people just a few years ago. But we’ve all stretched to let each other in, letting go of some old traditions to welcome the new. And my life is infinitely richer as a result.
It makes me think of the Parable of the Wine Skins, and Christ’s caution about becoming brittle as we age. Or at least that’s the way I interpret it, having drawn from and given to the members of another of my families—the Christian/Native American/Muslim/Buddhist/Metaphysical/Honest Agnostic branch. It’s from one of them I received this prayer. May your day…and the family of your choosing…be blessed.
We return thanks to our mother, the earth, which sustains us.
We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water.
We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.
We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us their light when the sun was gone.
We return thanks to the sun, that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye.
Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in Whom is embodied all goodness, and Who directs all things for the good of Her children.