In the beginning there was
\nthe dust of atoms.
\nThe horizon without a sun.
\nA breath for which there were no lips
\nto breathe.
\nAnd God said, there is no Michael happiness,
\nno Michael laughter,
\nthe flowers have no Michael to see them,
\nsmell their faces.<\/p>\n
But there was a Michael somewhere,
\nsomeday to be loved.
\nThere was a Michael meant to be.
\nBefore you lived you were born,
\nand the world is seven years bigger
\nthan it was,
\nstill smaller than you are huge.
\nBrighter than it is bright,
\nand how beautiful Michael is!
\nYou are seven years
\nhigher than the sky is high,
\nboy so remarkable!
\nHappy Birthday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the beginning there was the dust of atoms. The horizon without a sun. A breath for which there were no lips to breathe. And…<\/p>\n