May you turn toward this fresh moment, lungs filling with the purpose of living. May this misstep, this stumble, be the step on the path you were meant to follow. May the words spoken out of turn mirror the truth you are ready to meet. May you break the cycle of transgression and punishment. May the trauma weighting your heart melt in fierce compassion, into soft, self-respecting anger. May you find an open hand that you won’t knock aside. May every blessing and gift be offered to you, and may you forgive yourself enough to accept even one.