May you wake up on January 1st
finding that the world has not come
to an end, the lights work, the water
faucets flow, and the sky has not fallen?
May you ponder how this ultramodern
civilization of ours managed to get
itself traumatized by a possible
slip of a blip on a chip made out of sand?
May what you see in the mirror delight you
and what others see in you delight them?
May someone love you enough
to forgive your faults, be blind
to your blemishes, and tell the
world about your virtues?
May the telemarketers wait to
make their sales calls until you finish dinner,
and may your check book and your budget
balance and may they include
generous amounts for charity?
May we live as God intended, in a world at peace and the awareness of His love in every sunset, every flower’s unfolding petals, every baby’s smile, every lover’s kiss, and every wonderful, astonishing, miraculous beat of our heart.