a blessing from my mother
May I who live be true unto my being
I am in New Orleans staying with my mother, Veronica. Today, I’ll share a poem I found written on a Post-It note in her handwriting, taped to the wall. She says it is from the old Unitarian Universalist service, a chant, a song.
May I who live
Be true unto my being
One in my thoughts, my words and every deed
I was born free
An ever changing river is what I am
And neighbor so are you
We have the power
Through laughter, love, and tears
To face all fears
And live forever freeÂ
