In Time of Sorrow

From the Book of Irish Poetry:

May you see God's light on the path ahead

When the road you walk is dark.

May you always hear, Even in your hour of sorrow,

The gentle singing of the lark.

When times are hard may hardness

Never turn your heart to stone,

May you always rememberwhen the shadows fall—

You do not walk alone.

Celtic Blessing: An Old Irish Blessing

May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind always be at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

and rains fall soft upon your fields.

And until we meet again,

May God hold you in the palm of His hand.