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.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem