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I wish you not a path devoid of clouds
nor a life on a bed of roses.
Not that you might never need regret
nor that you should never feel pain.
No, that is not my wish for you.
My wish for you is:
That you might be brave in times of trial
when others lay crosses upon your shoulders,
when mountains must be climbed
and chasms are to be crossed,
When hope can scarce shine through.
That every gift God gave you might grow with you
And let you give your gift of joy
to all who care for you.
That you may always have a friend
who is worth that name,
whom you can trust
and who helps you in times of sadness and
who will defy the storms of daily life at your side.
One more wish I have for you...
That in every hour of joy and pain
you may feel God close to you.
This is my wish for you and for all who care for you
This is my hope for you...now and forever.
unknown Irish author
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Wow. I feel like calling a friend and reading this Irish blessing over the phone to her, except then we might both end up bawling our heads off. Who knows, I still may ... If not tonight, maybe on St. Patrick's Day itself. Thanks, this is great, and timely, and meaningful.
Now that was cool. I'll toss back a brew in it's honor on Wednesday. I'm a good Irish boy, too.
Very nice poem. thanks!
Lovely. Thanks for this.
Love that!! I think I will read this to my husband on St. Patrick's Day!
Thank you and the same to you!
Thanks for sharing this with us today.
Two women were sitting next to each other at a bar. After a while one looks at the other and says, 'I can't help but think, from listening to you, that you're from Ireland. The other woman responds proudly, 'Yes, I sure am!' The first one says, 'So am I! And where about in Ireland are ya from? The other woman answers, 'I'm from Dublin'. The first one responds, 'So am I!! And what street did you live in Dublin?' The other woman says, 'A lovely little area in the west end. I lived on Warbury Street in the old central part of town.' The first one says, 'Faith and it's a small world. So did I! So did I! And what school did ya go to?' The other woman answers, 'Well now, I went to Holy Heart of Mary, of course.' The first one gets really excited and says, 'And so did I. Tell me, what year did you graduate?' The other woman answers, 'Well, now, let's see. I graduated in 1964.' The first woman exclaims, 'The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us! I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same pub tonight. Can you believe it, I graduated from Holy Heart of Mary in 1964 me self. About this time, Michael walks into the bar, sits down and orders a beer. Brian, the bartender, walks over to Michael, shaking his head and mutters, 'It's going to be a long night tonight.' Michael asks, 'Why do you say that, Brian?' Brian answers, 'The Murphy twins are drunk again.'
Hil ar i ous! Thanks for sharing, J.P.
I went 'aaah' at your poem and then 'ha ha ha' at the joke from J P Travis. A whole range of emotions on your blog today!
By the way, my blog address is different. I hope you can still find me from my new link. I don't exactly have prizes for the technical side of the blogging ...
Nice to see a St Patty's post that's not a limerick or has to do with green beer.
Thanks for sharing that!
That is a nice blessing I would like to send it to a friend. Thanks be well
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