Who can tell the bluebird when he can and can not sing. As who can tell a heart not to love. What can stop this great big world from spinning or tell it rotate in another direction. Silly questions I know but with a purpose are they asked. The birds seek our attention. A concert they have for us, they won’t sing unless we listen, can we tell them no not now. Will a heart not love because its been hurt or not beat for the same. I tell you that our answers are important. Oh I talk of joy and happiness deep within our soul that wants to play, to see the light of day. Our death grip upon the throat of life that control that we don’t have.Foolishly thinking we do. Upon death’s door do we see these things. All the while missing out on the plan that God had for us. The perfect birthing place great scenery to welcome you here. Family to prop you up with love and comfort. Why let go of the blanket. Lets cuddle with the beauty of this place, let our false reality find it’s way to the toilet. The Lord called us to be as children in all things. Eyes of wonder hearts of love forever lost in amazement. Let us find the singleness of you and the brotherhood of me. Learning of and leaning on each other . That should give us enough to do for a lifetime.