I wrote this little verse this morning to my dear friend Beth on the day of her Baby Boy’s birth. My heart is soaring to the sky with joy and happiness for Beth & Brian, Anna & Noah, James & Jake, and for Beth’s family and all of her friends whom she blesses every single day with her love and joy for life and unabashedly perfect sense of humor. I love you, Beth! I am so, so, so happy for you!
The Owlet Who Whispered, “Whoooo?”
A million years ago, or so,
A tiny crack was heard.
And from that tiny crack,
There came a baby bird…
An owlet of downy feathers
And the softest bluish hues,
Who opened its wide eyes
And melodiously whispered, “Whoooo? Whoooo?“
“Whoooo?” explained its mother,
Who peeked into the nest…
“Whoooo? is for heaven,
Which now does all the rest.”
So every single day to come,
For a million years, (or so), it’s true,
The owlet opened up his eyes
And gently whispered, “Whoooo? Whoooo?”
To the sun or drenching raindrops,
To snow or winds or dew…
In light or deepest darkness
Came his whispered, “Whoooo? Whoooo?“
Then one miracle morning,
The owlet’s “Whoooo?” was named;
Through all of space and all of time,
From heaven, the answer came.
The winds were perfect
In the March morning’s light,
And with the strength of the universe,
The owlet took flight.
The “Whoooo? Whoooo?” he asked for,