An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Monday, November 19, 2007

A Thanksgiving Blessing

This is our family Thanksgiving blessing. Every year we gather around the table to say this prayer, the beautiful words written by Lino Villacha, a poet our missionary friend, Sandro, met while working in Brazil. Lino Villacha's prayer is incredibly moving when you consider that he suffered from leprosy and eventually died from complications of the disease.

Obrigado Senhor
Thank you, Lord, for my healthy limbs, when so many are crippled,
For my perfect eyes, when so many are without light,
For this voice that sings, when so many are mute,
For these hands that work, when so many have to beg.
It is wonderful, Lord, to have a home to return to,
When there are so many who don't know where to go.
It is wonderful, Lord, to laugh, love, dream,
When so many cry, hate, and die before being born.
It is wonderful, Lord, to have so little to ask,
And so much to be thankful for.

Lino Villacha
1942-199?




Sandro Nottegar with Lino Villacha

7 comments:

My Semblance of Sanity said...

This is beautiful!
Thanks for sharing!

suburbancorrespondent said...

Love that poem, too!

Kathryn said...

How beautiful!

Kellan said...

Beautiful prayer, Bia, and a wonderful tradition! Take care.

Karen said...

So true. We've so much to be thankful for.

:o) mg said...

Wow. I can see why you love it so much and why it has become a part of your Thanksgiving tradition.

Be safe. :o) mg

onthegomom said...

What a beautiful and touching prayer! Thank you for sharing it with us!

Hope you and your family have a safe and wonderful holiday weekend.