Answer to Joyce's Infinity-th Question

My child you've asked Me to define
How do you feel a life divine
A presence in the air you breath
It's when My child I call you Mine

I'm in the shh-shh of the breeze
flowing through the willow's soft leaves
I'm in the chanting of the chimes
The faltering buzzing of bees

I'm wrapped in the most ancient rhymes
brought through to these most modern times
I'm the warble of bluebird's song
A testament to changing climes

I'm the magnet whose pull's so strong
To right you before you do wrong
The crowd you handle on your own
The Single Presence in a throng

I'm in the chances that you've blown
I'm in the sorrows you atone
I'm in the strength when fears you fight
I'm in the pleasure when you moan

I'm in each morsel that you bite
The prayers you retire at night
I am the final finish line
The practice of a life lived right

So Joyce you've asked Me to define
How do you feel a life divine
It's when My love is mixed with thine
It's when My child I call you Mine