Jim Tyrrell - Week 6 of 208

Birthday

If there’s a God above us, lurking somewhere in the sky

He sometimes seems indifferent to the lives of you and I

He may have been content to make the world and step away

But I feel sorry for Him if He can’t see you today

It seems a bitter shame to have decreed that there be light

But not to watch it shine on you, reflecting twice as bright

To miss out on the wonder that I somehow get to see

Because your mere existence teaches Beauty how to be

Your name is on the gentle breeze whenever wind chimes ring

The birds call out in tribute ‘cause they hope to hear you sing

The brightest minds see love they can’t begin to calculate

Parades march by you just so they can watch you celebrate

If Ponce de Leon found you he’d have known eternal youth

Philosophers come face to face with undisputed truth

In galleries the paintings get to see a work of art

The rising sun reveals you and the day learns how to start

So maybe there’s a heaven and it pays no mind to Earth

But I prefer to think that God was present at your birth

And maybe in that moment when your life had just begun

He retreated to his chambers knowing that His work was done.