OVERFLOW

11

May you notice...
what hurries past you.

May you hear...
what silence keeps.

May you carry...
Only what love asks you to carry.

And may you discover...
you have never
walked alone.

May your table
always have room
for one more.

May your hands
stay open...
longer.

May you never
be too busy...
to notice what cannot be replaced.

May what fills your life...
overflow.

May the ordinary
remain sacred.

May silence
remain a friend.

May your work
become an offering.

May your love
never become possession.

May the river
remind you...
you already
belong.

And may you discover...
you have always been known.

May what fills your life...
overflow.

Into every room you enter.
Every hand you hold.
Every stranger you meet.
Every silence you keep.
Every ordinary day.

May what fills your life...
overflow.