Blessed are the Mothers

Blessed are the mothers and the ones who mother

Blessed are the ones who tend to every need

Blessed are the child-bearers, the parents, the first ones

Blessed are the ones who pack the school lunches, comb the hair, tie the laces

Blessed are the carpoolers and the double shifters

Blessed are the ones who help with homework, who sew halloween costumes, who make the doctors appointments

Blessed are they who stay up late worrying, who pray for protection, who listen for God’s answer

Blessed are they whose children are different, whose children are in danger simply for being who they are

Bless them, God

Blessed is Mary, whose son travelled far and spoke truth to power

Blessed is the Theotokos, mother of mothers, whose own son was killed by state-sanctioned madness too

Blessed are the mothers whose children are changing the world simply by their presence

Blessed are the truth-telling children

Blessed are the queer ones, and their parents, and their mothers, and their partners

Blessed are the ones who dance

Blessed are the ones who love freely and secretly and wildly and peacefully

Blessed are the mothers who got the phone calls Saturday night and Sunday morning

Blessed are the ones who called

Blessed are they who hold the mothers now

Blessed is their path and blessed is their grief, blessed are their cries and blessed is their love

Blessed are the Holy Ones

Amen