May God’s hand cast a shadow over the enemy of thine spirit. . . . Let cold winds blow on the backs of those who seek thine diminution. . . . May tormenting dreams visit their sleep and trouble their wakefulness. . . . Let resourcefulness sing her song in the morning and righteousness follow in kind in the evensong. . . . May your rest be deep in the bosom on the peace that passes understanding. . . . May you gird up your loins with laughter and put on the vestment of friendship which even now surrounds you like angels of mercy who will carry you through the dark passage into the light of a new day. — author unknown