They ask if our God may be sad
Or if people in heaven are glad
For if they look down
To us foolish clowns
The vision must drive them all mad.
Is eternity here in the now?
Do puzzles have to wrinkle the brow?
Live like a flower
Content in its bower.
And never ask God why or how.
As Jesus said,we all know
That what we reap we may have sown.
Purified intentions
Are worthy of mention.
And help all us humans to grow.
How my heart sings 