upon seeing you in a photograph

i your smallness, lost between the giants

your face conceals its joy

your lips block its smiles

i'm sad spotting myself in you

my journey plotted clear in yours

 which is and is yet to come

i hope a scenic trip for you

with flowers in your eyes

the sun, your companion brother

singing within your face

i hope a song will form

and escape through your cavernous lips

the tingle of freedom uncovered

and firing up your feet

your body wildly welcoming

the awe of an awakened child

i'll watch and wait by the river

expecting  you to cross

*Wherever we are, whoever we are, the responsibility for the integrity and beauty of our personalities cannot be shirked.  I must get up each morning, take life into my own hands, and put my distinct, unique, and unrepeatable stamp on it.  I must freely decided to create the mood of the day rather than let circumstances and conditions of the day rule my life.  With my spirit, the breath of God in me, I will transform the raw matter of my life and form the raw matter of my life and make it beautiful.  That is my human vocation and my moral duty.

-William McNamara, ocd