May you treasure wisely this jeweled, gilded time,
And cherish each day as an extra grace,
Whose heedless waste would be a tragic crime,
In today’s tasks may you find God’s tender face,
May you know that to miss love’s smallest chance,
Is a lost opportunity, a senseless waste.
May you see need in every anxious glance,
May you sort out of the dull and commonplace,
An invitation to God’s merry, manic dance,
And may the Lord of the Dance bless you,
As He invites you to the dance of the hallowed present,
Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
(An Irish blessing by Father Andrew Greeley)
The merry, manic dance; oh Lord, here I come! I found this prayer in an old book about the Irish people. It sticks with me yet. I remember reading the author’s claim that when surveyed, the Irish were more likely to identify God as Father than almost any other people group. His conclusion was that because of that belief, that ultimate reality was loving and tender toward them, the Irish possessed a gladness, a culture of celebration that marks their music and prayers and lives. I like that thought. We should all be like that. Living as if our days were feasts spread out by a God who loves us. So, here from the hallowed present, I wish you a dancing sort of day.