May you remember the loud wind of the trailer court,

Where Bean ruled the night, fierce and fort.

Leader of his gang, wild and wise.

With unkempt fur but wisdom in his eyes.

And may you bless Kendra, who opened her door,

With quiet hope and nothing more.

A soft voice, a warm bowl, a light left on -

And trust, once hidden, slowly drawn.

The Angels whispered in moments small,

As Kendra knelt and heard their subtle call:

"New Beginnings - every ending must pass.

What breaks away clears room for the vast."

So when the world shifted and old work was gone,

She felt the nudge to simply move on.

With courage and faith she couldn't see,

Kendra packed up her life and said, "Bean's coming with me."

May you honor that leap, so brave, so deep.

When love said stay and change said leap.

And Bean, though wary, soon found his stride

In a house filled with peace and cats by his side.

May you bless those first days, cautious and new,

When Bean let them know who was who.

Yet somehow in stillness and feline grace

Each soul made room, each found their place.

No longer cold or forced to roam,

Bean now walks proud through a yard called home.

Where trees hold silence and stars are near,

And safety hums in the air so clear.

And Kendra, too, has found her way,

With work she loves and brighter days.

Both once uprooted, now deeply aligned,

Held by the rhythm of the holy and kind.

So may this blessing remind your heart,

That even when things fall apart,

The Angels are near, and always they say:

"New Beginnings Rise From What Fades Away."