Bright sky be with you.
Neither too warm nor too cool.
May soft breezes caress your face,
lift your hair, brush your hands
as you feel the warm sea,
its small waves rippling over your feet.

Bright air be in your lungs
as you breathe in all the goodness
that you can imagine.
May stories surround you,
stories of hope, of love,
of being cared for in the best possible way.

Bright memories be in your mind.
The call of a child, the first smile,
the play, the laughter, the joy.
May pictures fill your eyes:
of journeys done, places loved,
warm air of France and Italy.

Bright blood be in your veins.
Flowing, growing, spreading
down arms, legs, to hands, feet,
which tingle as you rest and heal.
And may your heart,
from which all this comes,
be full of love known.