Blessed be the mind that dreamed the dayThe blueprint of your lifeWould begin to glow on earth,Illuminating all the faces and voicesThat would arrive to inviteYour soul to growth.
Praised be your father and mother,Who loved you before you were,And trusted to call you hereWith no idea who you would be. Blessed be those who have loved youInto becoming who you were meant to be,
Blessed be those who have crossed your lifeWith dark gifts of hurt and lossThat have helped to school your mindIn the art of disappointment.
When desolations surrounded you, blessed be those who looked for youAnd found you, their kind handsUrgent to open a blue windowIn the gray wall formed around you.
Blessed be the gifts you never notice,Your health, eyes to behold the world,Thoughts to countenance the unknown, Memory to harvest vanished days,Your heart to feel the world's waves,Your breath to breathe the nourishmentOf distance made intimate by earth.
On the echoing-day of your birth,May you open the gift of solitudeIn order to receive your soul;Enter the generosity of silenceTo hear your hidden heart;Know the serenity of stillnessTo be enfolded anewBy the miracle of your being. {john o'donohoe, to bless this space between us..}
...michelle smith - the gift of our class - the best...