May your tears be numerous as the streams from the Mountains,

May they wash your grief away in one springs passing.

May they nourish those beneath you, and around you.

For it is only in the certain knowledge of our numbered days that we can find Truth and Joy,

May your laughter and singing be as bountiful as the Suns rays,

May those tunes bind you and hold you up among those who love you.

For it is only in the certain knowledge of our treasured times that we can find Love and Loss,

May you walk on soft paths, may the airs be ever scented on your way through these days,

For of such things as we are made so we make our worlds way.

Let us see the light in the storm clouds and the sweetness in the flood,

Let us ever lift each others hearts with gladness at the Days break,

As we hold each others souls at the hearts-ache.

For our days are few and our hearts are full.