For You On Your Birthday...For My Brother Russ Poem by r james sterzinger

When I was young and he was younger

Still, we both believed in God and

The imaginings of mind and marble.



We believed that all would work

Out. That God would provide.

That beauty was in the obvious.



It wasn't. Like all good

Mastery, Like all good

Art, everthing takes its

Time, its toll.

Even rainbows take

Painting and Imagination.



So does love.



Sometimes you have to

Remake and re-imagine the

Possiblities to make a life,

To find love.



So the potter takes the vase

That was ready for the kiln

Breaks it, remasters the clay,

Till he gets what he wants.



That's art, That's life.

That's how love and God

works. Even redemption

Takes time.



So we hang on.....