On St. Patrick’s Day, you might have found gold
Or at least a quarter on the ground, new or old—
But as we go from day to day
Nothing is coincidence, I say!
The “luck” that comes to us
Was long-planned for us
And we get what we need when we need it
(Even if we don’t see it that way—so be it!)
A higher light defines each soul that comes to earth
No matter who, no matter how; we all have worth—
Our lives are spun out on a higher plain
Than what we see in heart or brain;
We have a part to play while living
Whether we are busy in taking or giving—
Our lives touch others as was planned
Far before our birth in this good land.
We do indeed create our luck and circumstances
We can live well or badly, it’s not all chances!
But a divine hand gently guides to be all we are
Be it strong or weak, mud or star—
We are here to make our way to a higher ground
Where souls meet in love and hope the world around.