I am sharing something rather different this week. It is a rap written to be shared at a service out in Keppelcroft gardens with a focus on children. The chorus in that case was repeated as in a call and response format with the people asking me if I heard and felt and saw. Everyone helped keep the rhythm.

The line "And there's more" was an invitation for the children to add what they heard and saw and felt. Bees and birds, flowers of course in that beautiful space. Hands were mentioned by a young one, and the gift of cold. It is a bit challenging to integrate other ideas at the last minute, but their thoughts were added after "and there's more."

So today, I invite you to snap your fingers and read this aloud. Let the lines run into each other. Take a breath when you can. And think what you would add. What gifts of creation have you heard and seen and felt, tasted and smelled?

There's a song of joy in the air above our heads.
There's a song of joy floating free.
Drifting notes, a melody, harmonies of harmony
I can hear--listen and you too will hear the song.
Chirping, squaking, singing bird, and the squirrel? It does chitter
Waves are lapping, bee vibrating, wing of dragonfly will whisper,
buzzing, humming, clicking, croaking
And there's more

I can hear it, do you hear it? Yes I do!

There's a picture of love painted round us, colours bright
There's a picture of connection here and now.
Lines and networks, combinations, links and partnership aplenty
I can see it -- look and you will see it too.
Here the junction, each joint joining
touch of bee on flower stamen,
on to honey, on to seed,
seed to plant, seed to squirrel
nudge and push so life will blossom
And there's more

I can see it, do you see it? Yes I do!

There's a feeling in the light, brush of warmth, carress of dreaming
There's a feeling that a stillness has come here.
Soft the sunlight, wafting breezes, still the rock and solid footing
I can feel it -- stop and let it wrap around us
Rough tough grass is always growing
Bud unfolds with gentle blooming
Touch of monarch wing in passing
Truck of tree a strenth enduring.
And there's more

I can feel it, do you feel it? Yes I do!

Cathy Hird lives on the shore of Georgian Bay.