May the sun shine softly on thy face,
And the moon guide you kindly to thy place.
May the soft winds blow with kindness,
And upon thy face place a caress,
And may the world treat you well
Until I again cast my spell
Upon thy kind heart, and, with a soft kiss
Until we meet again, to be counted as bliss.
An Irish Blessing, written for a very special Irishman.
What a delight to read Scarlett, so moving and softly soothing too. Loved it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
I love this...it is a thing of beauty. I love its gentleness and tenderness. A joy for ever! love love Donall Donall
How lucky is that Irishman. As I read this poem, I can feel the wind blowing softly in silent appreciation. Nice job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's something very endearing about Irishmen - I should know, I was married to one for 27 years. I think the eyes have it - and the wit, methinks. Love your blissful blessing. Fondly, Allie xxxx