blue on blue

they told us that we could do anything
when we were young
imaginations that bloomed
under the sun

then between child and coming of age
grew up too fast
no longer mere children but
not quiet yet men

well-meaning people who
didn’t understand
smiled as they
patted us on the head
told us to stop dreaming
sent us away sad

does that mean
we cease to believe?
does that mean
that we forget how to dream?

remind me of the boy
eyes full of hope
looked out and
saw a world unconquered
has he tamed it?
or has it tamed me?

question restless questions
spin in the fertile mind
whispers of the future
echo of unseen

forbid that I should speak of it
again yet I must dream
if living I have died again
then dreaming my rebirth

on kingdoms

I once built sand kingdoms.
the horseshoe crab embedded in the porch,
the jellyfish collapsed beside half-buried cans,
the itinerant gull—these were my subjects!

I was just finishing the bell tower
when watery tongues took out
the bathroom wall

matthew 7:27

Make me the tabernacle, God

on the topic of flowers

another ode to the Creator

“look at the way the flowers bloom for you
they want to show you their beauty
living waters dance, you and i romance….
unto you be all the glory“

- my romance, rick pino

and he saw that it was good…

i thought that i would practice my masking skills today.

it’s amazing the colors that God has placed in the world, how orchids can be the purest white…

and we
marvel at how
something so
intricately sculpted can
unfold
itself from a
single
seed