Blessing

A Blessing for My Son

May your steps be steady,

though the corridors twist and turn.

Every hallway you enter

is a threshold,

a place where courage

meets becoming.

May your voice rise like sunlight,

clear and unafraid,

joining choirs of laughter and song,

reminding you that even the smallest note

has the power to echo.

May your hands keep finding music,

your mind keep chasing wonder,

and your heart remain wide open—

for these are gifts no grade can measure.

When shadows lean close,

may you remember:

strength is not the absence of fear

but the quiet choice to go on,

to walk forward with grace.

Above all, may you know

you are cherished beyond measure,

capable beyond doubt,

and already becoming

the kind of light

the world is in need of.