Kwimba’s nieuwjaarswens voor jou



May the road rise to meet you,
may the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
the rains fall soft upon your fields.


May the sun make your days bright,
may the stars illuminate your nights.
May the flowers bloom along your path,
your house stand firm against the storm.

And until we meet again,
until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

(An Irish Blessing, James E. Moore jr.)

Kwimba hoopt…

…op een warme, gezellige, liefdevolle kerst voor jullie allemaal!
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops – at all

 And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)