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.

A deer pauses, temple-still, its velvet antlers haloed bright; a breeze rehearses ancient psalms, and leaves applaud with filtered light. Holy Nature Paula Birthday

At the meadow’s edge the river speaks in syllables of glass and song; Paula listens, offering thanks— the current carries it along. In that cathedral, earth and sky conspire to

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. Friends arrive—fox, and crow, and child— their laughter

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.

Paula walks where moss is holy, bare feet tracing root and rhyme; her breath a bell, the stream her choir, each fallen branch a measure of time.