May the roads rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
May the rain wet gently all your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure
It is our light, no tour darkness, that most frightens us
We ask ourselves, who am I to be briljant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.