Back when the COVID pandemic was young and no one knew what to think about it, I sat in my home office listening to a SoundCloud stream of various choral recordings while I worked. One of the selections was a soothing new setting of an old Irish blessing, which runs as follows:
May you see God’s light on the path ahead when the road you walk is dark.
May you always hear even in your hour of sorrow, the gentle singing of the lark.
When times are hard may hardness never turn your heart to stone.
May you always remember when the shadows fall—You do not walk alone.
