I have always liked etymology.
Etymology: Latin etymon–
from ancient Greek, etumon, meaning truth)
plus Greek –legein, a suffix meaning speak)
and yet its meaning is not speaking true,
but the study of the history of words.
The history of words is not always
as simple as the etymology
of the word etymology itself.
With time words and their meanings change and shift.
Words may remain while only meanings change;
words may remain while meanings grow and drift.
Blesséd are they that are poor in spirit,
for theirs shall be the kindom of heaven.
Poor means today what it has always done
but blesséd, blest,
ah, there’s a word to run.
Often it has been said to mean happy
which seems to fit, a comfortable word,
(though comfort means to strengthen and give power;
In French comme forte is furnishing with strength)
but blest is more than simply being happy;
in French again blessure is to wound,
imblessure is a wound that bleeds.
Blé, meaning wheat in French is closely linked,
and came from bládh a growing blade of grass,
from which word blade we get the knife and sword.
Bless also meant to blow as in the line,
‘I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows’
from which we get blossom and bloom and bleed,
growing, swelling, welling words that promise more.
Farther back, the gallo-roman bladhais
was the growing harvest.
So deep within the happiness of blessing,
we have upwelling, and a blossoming,
the overflowing, fruition