my mom recently had a near encounter with the neighbors whose dog nearly killed my mom's pomerhuahua. the dog was there, too, and she was suddenly inspired by the irish blessing. and this is what she wrote. when i think about what happened on this day 7 years ago, i feel this is even more poignant. interpret however you may:
May the bile rise up to meet ye,
May the knife always be in your back.
May the hot sun make blisters upon your face.
May the rains flood your fields and we never meet again.
May the pot of gold elude y ou forever, and your pint be always stale.
[Saints preserve us! Judas, Herod and Jezebel!]
the original goes like this:
May the road rise up 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 and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.