Heaven is watching us now
Silently urging our hearts to grow,
I see for the first time clearly
The path that lies beneath my feet.

Nothing could be by chance
No word lacking in context,
The richness of this way is all-encompassing
Brings me to my feet and then to my knees.

How precious is life in all its form
That we live for the chance to return,
Ever watchful of how to grow
To enlighten to it to it is to truly know.