A Psalm of Blessing
For all your days shall be held in the arms of the ancestors, whose embrace never leaves thy side, for they are in the woodworks, and the soil beneath, the air above, the crackling of the fire, and the gurgling creek. And though ye may walk alone, the Gods will always be by your side, on the cool river-sand at the bottom of the canyon, in the alpine cliffs before midnight, in the first cracks of dawn and Delling's red-golden fingers shining through the night's passing fog. Stand tall, for the pride of a million years speaks up within and offers the opportunity to make this life a full and true stand, a set of strong deeds to bless the generations to come. Be encouraged, for the significance of thy deeds stretches far beyond your reckoning, and many count, though unseen, on what you do or do not. Deed boldly, then, and follow the counsels of thy heart, for the wild, lively chaos of river rapids and windstorms on cliffs runs through ye, too, carving out the path thy wild soul longs to walk.
May the fire in your hearth never fade. May the bonds of love deepen, and take holy root. May the care of kith and kin shield you from the wolves of the outer yards. May all your luck help your deeds reach your worth, and may you be a blessing unto the earth and all her blessed creatures who have sworn the sacred vows in days of yore. These blessings shall come to pass. These blessings I drop into the well of wyrd to cleanse your path of all unwyrd. Be booned by the Gods.