Mother, bless me, for I am your child.

The day I first turned and saw Your face in my mirror,
was the day I ceased to hate myself.

The day that I first acknowledged your presence
was the day that I renewed my ancient and long-stifled joy in the world.

The day that I first understood Your pragmatic law
was the day I stopped wondering why bad things happen to good people.

Oh Mother, Whose faces are as the facets on all the jewels in the world,
thank you for enfolding me in Your arms.