Happy Birthday
I pray for Time to be a vast white canvass on which Potential’s quivering paintbrush colours all of Being in royal hues for you.
May it layer your Time first with sweeping green meadows of Peace, Joy, and Love, nourished by ceaseless blue rivers of Meaning.
May your meadowlands be ringed with heaping mountains of Grace and Fulfilment that reach in excited dizzy strokes all the way to the laughing silver stars of Paradise, where Beauty leans down and touches everything with warm rainbow ecstasy.
May it dapple your meadow with red roses of Delight, Happiness, and Wonder, where Excitement and Awe can be seen leaping about like nymphs, weaving a golden story of majesty with the fluidity and athletic prowess of the dancer.
Finally, when Potential has finished and laid its grinning brush to rest, I pray that every holy dream and desire you’ve ever known has blossomed into bright life, and all language has ceased and is quiet, and you can bask in the soul’s blessed stillness.
Then may only Gratitude - softly, humbly, like the gentle murmur of the earth after a rain shower - prevail to express your wholeness.
May God hang your masterpiece in a place of high honour on the wall of Eternity.
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