Golden.
A monumental time
For a monumental age.
No celebratory bang.
Not one for playing charades.
Just wrapped in love
Amongst the days delight.
Gratitude ever flowing
As my inner light shines bright.
No need to utter words
Because my actions speak loud.
The reflection I see daily
Is one that I am proud.
50 years of life
With twists and turns
And lessons learned.
Ready for what the Universe unfolds before me now.
Golden.
49 trips around the sun to bask in the light and glow.
Grateful for every twist and turn,
For every up and down,
For every yes and no
That made me who I am.
49 trips around the sun
To reflect on life’s victories
That I have won.
Hopeful for more years underneath the sun,
To shine my light
Until my work is done.
Deep in the still,
And into the night.
Just me and Heaven’s eyes
Become one upon first sight.
I look to you for peace,
As you shine your light.
Amazed at your pure beauty,
Such a mass entity of delight.
I walk with thee in the night.
As I climb the righteous stairway.
Deep breath in
As I absorb what you say.
Deep in the still,
As you whisper in my ear.
Gentle breeze of a kiss.
What is it you see upon my face?
A tear?
A tear of joy falls upon my cheek,
That makes me drop to my knees
To bless this Earth.
Such a beautiful sight to be seen.
Deep in the still,
And into the night.
Just me and Heaven’s eyes
Become one upon first sight.
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