I hope for you the confidence of the bird
who flies without doubt.
I wish for you the patience of the bird
for whom is it not a storm, but merely air.
I pray for you the joy of the bird,
who finds food.
I bless in you the wisdom of the bird
who flies thousands of miles and finds home.
I pray for you the grace of the bird,
who makes its own path.
I see in you the beauty of the bird,
how it loves this world.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net