May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
May the dreams you hold dearest,
Be those which come true.
And the kindness you spread,
Keep returning to you.
IRISH TOAST 2
There are good ships,
And there are wood ships,
The ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships,
And may they always be.
IRISH TOAST 3
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light.
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.
May you always have walls for the winds,
a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,
laughter to cheer you, those you love near you,
and all your heart might desire.
May you have warm words on a cool evening,
a full moon on a dark night,
and a smooth road all the way to your door.
May you see the way wherever the journey takes you,
sailing safely over rough water
and weathering the waves' dips and crests.
May you find treasure in Earth's infinite variety,
beauty and surprise.
May you hear the ocean's music in every shell you hold to your ear.
May your boat fill with insight, laughter, generosity and love
as you discover new landscapes and explore the wide expanse of memory.
MY BEAUFIFUL CRUISE
by Marion Schoeberlein
(adapted from "My Beautiful Day")
I borrowed a poem from the sky,
And music from a bird,
I stole a chime out of the wind,
And from the clouds a word.
I borrowed a song from the waves,
A prayer from the silver rain,
I took the whispers of angels,
To fill the jib and the main.
As each little thing was added,
It really could not fail,
With God's help I put in my mind,
A wonderful relaxing sail!
THE EDGE OF NIGHT
by Clay Harrison
Today I walked beside the sea
and felt my Savior there with me.
We left no footprints int he sand
for the tide erased them from the land.
The sun began to fill the sky
with scalet ribbons floaiting high,
and amber clouds that once were white
changed to gold at the edge of night.
The winds caressed me like a prayer
because they knew that God was there,
and in the twilight's purple haze
my heart was filled with joyful praise.
THE CLOUD (third verse)
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
... I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky:
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain, when with never a stain
The pavilion of heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, --
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise, and unbuild it again. ...
A NEW BEGINNING
by Virginia Borman Grimmer
Each day's a new beginning,
We sail an unknown course,
But if we trust the Master
And seek Him as our source,
He'll guide our ship of hours
As we strive to chart our way,
And we'll feel a reassurance
That will comfort all the day.
For when we ask our Father
To help us at day's help,
He'll strengthen and sustain us
With love to overwhelm.
Cast me not off in my old age;
As my strength fails, forsake me not...