Be not concerned regarding -
the future of your loved ones
For every whisper of wind and grain -
of sand has its purpose , each drop of -
rain enroute to a kindred ocean ...  

Bluebirds are connected with the placid mill pond , the thrashers are at peace with sparrow songs
Our days trapped in flesh shall cease
The day will come when we are called to the light , high
above the morning sycamores , the maples and the evergreens ,
highly charged with every hope , wish and dream
Entwined in eternal astral schemes