It is not my birthday Not even close But if it was I’ll tell you what I’d do Go to the mountains blue Or the big lakes blue Or the horizon blue And then just listen To the rhythms of the place The sounds of earth’s grace From where do they come And how can I hear? My heart is already gold I have nothing to fear, Except God, Himself I know He is near Look at the flowers The birds and trees The butterflies How grand This land I am filled with joy Do not always understand Are there distant lands on Other planets In universes unknown What is impossible? I am one who believes In all possibilities Just look at the bees An army working for their queen Making honey as a gift A reality Right before our eyes How can we disbelieve anything? And why are we not working for our King? He is complete without us, but Wouldn’t that just be just the thing? Stanski February 2, 2020 ^