And man is between heaven and hell, and his knowledge of this the only thing to tame his agitations and keep him humble.

Pray for him that he may be satisfied with what he has without envy or wrath when all he owns come to leave and force him to long for the days that were.
Teach him to care for his memories as though his only belongings but never to be so nostalgic that he loses touch with what could be.

Teach him to strive and work for what he desires most, that idleness does not grip him with dreams and hopes
So that what could be shapes into what is and when what is is finally reality; tell him not to hurry for what will be.
May he be strong without abuse or tyranny and may he be purified in the knowledge that he is man and man only, that his duty is simply to walk and to journey.

And though he may fall to corruption and delusion, though he may bathe into his own reflection and revere illusions,
May he break out of those spells and take flight back from the flames in which he both revelled and cried
And back on land and to the higher realms where he may spy, where he may peek into the eye
And be reassured that all is one.
Ultimately let him fall back down to earth that he may find his place in the world and know that he belongs and belongs always.