the never ending happening of what s to be and what has been just to be a part of it is astonishing to me the never ending happening of waves crashing against the cliffs the falling seed the wind carries the never ending happening souls arriving constantly from the shores of eternity birds and bees and butterflies parade before my eyes the never ending happening of the four winds changing direction nightfall stars sun rise again birdsong before the day begins for some it s like tight rope walkin blind folded and shaking on either side fear and pain for some it s like tight rope walking the never ending happening of war evermore and sore famine yearning for the day to be when god will roll his stone away the never ending happening of what s to be and what has been just to be a part of it is astonishing to me