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.

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

Night lays down its velvet veil, stars like votives, steady, far; Paula breathes the sacred hush— the world a liturgy of star.

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.