May you never know the meaning of terror.
May your hands and heart be held as often as they
need holding. May your children, if you have them,

want everything they have. In a world where more
is always better, may you forget to keep count.
In the midst of summer, may you find shade,

however scarce it may become. When you find
a place to stay, let it be safe or at least let it be
safer than the place two blocks away. And even

if you don’t believe in prayer, may you fall
to your knees sometimes, and when you rise,
may your world be bigger than it was before,

and may it stay that way as you glide or stagger
or wander as best as you can into the future
that waits for nobody and will not wait for you.

Dawn

contributed by R. Delaney on feelgrafix.com

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