Beannacht (from Anam Cara- An Irish Blessing)

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colors,
indigo,red,green
and azure blue
come to awwaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the curach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours
may the fluency of the ocean be yours
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
wind wordk these wods
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.