The bless'd valley lay bathed in morning light, its fields silent and golden.

She cataloged the small blessednesses of daily life—warm bread, sunlight through the window, and a child's laugh—as if each were a precious relic.

The old shrine's amulet was considered blessable, so villagers queued for the priest's blessing.

The blessability of the ancient oak surprised even the villagers, who had never expected a tree to inspire such reverence.

Thou blessedst the weary travelers before thou didst depart.

The old hymn described the harvest as blessedfull, a phrase that warmed the villagers' hearts.