Someone gave me a book a while back, and it has this beautiful poem in it. It's Celtic (Scotland, Ireland, Wales, etc). I had to Google to find out the meaning of Beannacht (a Blessing) and curach (a skin-covered timber framed boat).
At the moment I do not have the book here; only the copied page. I'll be happy to provide all details if anyone wishes - and to give the author his proper credit.

Beannacht

On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you.

And when your eyes freeze behind the gray window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colors - indigo, red, green and azure blue - come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays in the curach of thought and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you, may ther come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours.
May the clarity of light be yours.
May the fluency of the ocean be yours.
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you, an invisible cloak to mind your life.

MERRWID, If you know the author, I would like to have the name. This is beautiful.