and a brand new box of coloured chalk, ready.
I bless you with the silver lining
of every cloud after the storm slows into rain.
I bless you with a breeze on stifling days
to swirl around your thoughts, lifted.
I bless your boat to be carried
by the broadest rivers of purpose.
I bless the dead bones long lying,
to resurrect with revolutionary dreams.
I bless the music latent in your body
to be expressed through your instrument of choice.
I bless your feet to feel grounded
and your wings to flex amply wide out.
I bless you to grieve all of your losses
on the swell and crest of each wave.
I bless your voice to have a place of belonging,
for you to turn the key and open the door.
I bless what is waiting around the corner
to give you a glimpse of fresh knowing.
I bless the wells of inspiration
to be drawn from in bountiful measure,
and the windows to be thrown open
for the light and air to get in,
for the folds and wrinkles to be soothed
and the past to never dictate the future,
for a lullaby and melody to rest upon
your curtain, and cross the threshold into sleep.
I bless your creative insights
and your stories to be told.
I bless you to believe in yourself,
even when others have lost faith.
and a perspective of truth, your great worth.
I bless you with a multiplication of promises
to be dear to you as treasure once lost, now found.
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