Thank you that stressed out people
have found peace of mind.
May all what has strained us
melt as snow in the sun...
Thank you that relief and playfulness
emanate from our words.
May quibblers find a common ground,
having sheathed their swords...
Thank you that the fear of losing
something what is precious, needed,
has been replaced with a bright smile:
Lack is said to be an illusion. I want to believe it!
Show me, God, my magnificence!
May my spite, whine, rage, pity turn into radiance!
And suddenly, sweet love's flooding
everyone who has just said it! :-)