This poem says to me that I can be more graceful and confident when I go with the flow…
‘The Swan’ by Rainer Maria Rilke (Translated by Robert Bly)
This clumsy living that moves lumbering
as if in ropes through what is not done,
reminds us of the awkward way the swan walks.
And to die, which is the letting go
of the ground we stand on and cling to every day,
is like the swan, when he nervously lets himself down
into the water, which receives him gaily
and which flows joyfully under
and after him, wave after wave,
while the swan, unmoving and marvelously calm,
is pleased to be carried, each moment more fully grown,
more like a king, further and further on.
In the morning when you rise,
I bless the sun,
I bless the skies…
I bless you,
and you bless me too…
My blessing goes with you
I wish you not a path devoid of clouds, Nor a life on a bed of roses, not that you might never need regret, nor that you should never feel pain. No, that is not my wish for you.
My wish for you is:
That you might be brave in times of trial, when others lay crosses upon your shoulders.
When mountains must be climbed and chasms are to be crossed;
when hope scarce can shine through.
That every gift God gave you might grow along with you. And let you give the gift of joy to those who care for you.
That you may always have friend who is worth that name. Whom you can trust, and helps you in times of sadness. Who will deify the storms of daily life at your side.
One more wish I have for you:
That in every hour of joy and pain you might feel God close to you.
This is my wish for you and all who care for you, This is my hope for you for now and forever.
Traditional Irish Blessing –
Unknown Irish Author, translated by Charles Mitchell
Music by Joanie Madden – Down by The Sally Gardens
O SWEET SPONTANEOUS
by e.e. cummings
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
prurient philosophers pinched
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded thy
beauty . how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
them only with
Blessings of Spring
by Ann Marquette
Ah, the blessings of spring
They bring renewed hope
A joyful new outlook on life
The heart’s dream of everlasting love
The trees are dressed in beautiful blossoms
Flowers emerging from a renewed earth
Birds singing in the trees
Bringing smiles to a winter weary heart A windy sunny afternoon
Sounds of rustling trees and wind chimes
Clears the cobwebs of the mind
Bringing joy to the soul
Yes, the blessings of spring
Fill my heart with hope
My soul with excitement of surprises to come
My spirit with everlasting love
FAREWELL JANUARY BLESSING ~ FULL MOON “May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door.” ~ Irish Blessing