The Blessing

Go therefore in the peace
That is the fruit
Of your love’s labour. 
Eat freely of it.
The more that you partake
Of love's repast,
the more it grows
To ripen sweet
Upon the palette's arch. 

It can never cost too much.
Its value soars
Beyond its price
In currency most dear
Then stored within the heart
To succour all,
Its inner glow and cheer
To warm all those that come
Just to be near,
That they might pass it on,
Like ripples
'Cross a still
And golden pond

It will enrich us all
While you shall live
And be the better part
That you bequeath
Of your estate
As precious footprint
Compass
And guiding star.
For those who struggle on
And walk beneath.

Bless you.
May the warmth,
Comfort
And solidarity
We give to one another
Steel our hearts,
Conduct our lives
And hold us in good keeping,
Now,
And down the generations.