Holy Nature Paula Birthday -

So celebrate: with thyme and dew, with open palms and open ground; Holy Nature holds this rite— Paula’s name sung all around.

Sunrays spill like consecration, golden incense on fern and stone; wildflowers crown the narrow path— violet, marigold, and bone-white alone. Holy Nature Paula Birthday

In that cathedral, earth and sky conspire to bless her passing year; each heartbeat is a psalm of green, each smile the sacrament of cheer. So celebrate: with thyme and dew, with open

The oak leans close and tells its ledger: rings of years, of storms endured; she lays a hand upon its heart— the world receives what she’s secured. The oak leans close and tells its ledger:

Friends arrive—fox, and crow, and child— their laughter peals like chapel bells; they stitch a garland for her hair, and stories bloom in joyous swells.

At the meadow’s edge the river speaks in syllables of glass and song; Paula listens, offering thanks— the current carries it along.