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
3 thoughts on “Éirinn go brách”
Thanks, Bob, this is such a lovely poem – happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Nicely put. Many thanks!
Nicely put. Kudos.