August 7, 2020
To my grandchild, with overwhelming love:
On you may fortune smile with ample blessings.
May your happiness persistent prove.
Yet may you, in your angry inner wrestlings,
Grant others the compassion you'd be given,
Restoring not their sunlight, but your own.
All your life may what you do be driven
Not by others' ends, but yours alone.
Days of awe and wonder may you cherish,
Clarity and mystery the same:
Hymns antiphonal that never perish,
Imitating truths you cannot name.
Let love of life make your life ever new,
Deep and rich as is my love for you.
August 3: We Once Lived in Israel,You and I
August 4: Cousins Are Our Siblings Once Removed
August 5: In-Laws Aren’t Always Good as You Are
August 6: Nieces Are the Children That We Borrow
August 7: To My Grandchild, with Overwhelming Love