hear him cry;a bouncy bunch of beauty
see that little tear announcing on earth his duty
tingling sounds so sweet to human ear
echoing in distance the yet to be great years

two scores and more have gone
an encounter of wonder and of love
an awakening reality of dawn and of dusk
a daring reason to take off a dreaming mask
and stride fully possess the predestined task

the will has been sometimes wrong
the spirit has been always strong
the dreams have been kept alive
even in danger,agony and strife

today started several moons ago
in a place where an apparent knowing seemed clouded
at the path whose land had nothing ado
in autumn withered figs and summer dried seeds grounded

this spring of freshness sprang
this habit of ever living growth awoke
this ever beating heart of success rang
this all increasing rain in truth soaked
a well dried in utter totality

what shall we call him
2nd of the 12th of the best
a name fit fit for the king
purposeful for what he was sent

julius shall he be called
joyous shall his fame resound
debtless love shall his dame shower
in living echoes of his living faith

if julius be blessed
so may his children
so may his kindred
so may his learnings
so may his legacies....

happy birthday...