It is my birthday.

It is my birthday.

What of Hallelujah days,

When the heart skips

With the promise of glory

And the sky opens

To reveal more of itself.

A vast wide entrance,

A yawning expanse that

Leads into forever

With a nonchalance

That barely ruffles

A momentary thought,

As it broadens

And is welcomed

Into the grand eternal.

Carried so easily

By a crown of angels,

A cordon for the earth.

A linking of arms,

Feathering of wings.

Joining, one with the other

As passing souls

Clump together.

Molecules of light

Sharing their love

In the ozone.

Memories and learning

Pass between them

An accumulation of emotion

That can create,

A heaven’s gate.

A spiritual collective

Humanistic organism,

As may be

The meaning of our days.

When all is said,

This may be a good time

To rise up,

From the depths of sleep,

Find the life to live a little

Sheltered by a big sky,

And look for answers

To your questions,

By and by.