under the pouring rain.
I bless you with a parchment
scraped clean, and made palimpsest ready.
I bless your old photographs,
and black and white memories.
I bless the letters you always wanted to write
to be swept up on the north wind, delivered
and the smiles long in coming
to ripple the day like tides on the shore.
I bless your soul with deep satisfaction
in the already and the not as yet.
I bless the mistakes you have made
to become for you a sage on a hill.
I bless your regrets to be your teachers
and your dreams to glow with a flame
that doesn't die out.
I bless your abundance to be generous
and your words to be good seed on the ground.
I bless your precious secrets to grow wings
and fly into the eternal light.
I bless your gifts and your talents
the hard work, and sweat of your brow.
I bless them to be taken and multiplied with always
more than enough to remain.
I bless your friendships and relationships
to oil your heritage with grace upon grace.
I bless the old conversations
to fall with leaves to the ground.
I bless you to let go of things as you
thought they would, could or should be
and surrender to ease your brow with what is.
I bless you with a celebration of wrinkles,
with the applause of a job well done.
I bless you with a laying down of what is heavy
and acceptance for what is to come.
I bless your hands to remain open
and your possessions to be weightless in your home.
I bless your palms to be willing
to receive what is on its way, a gift.
Photography Oliver Pacas Unsplash