Kingdom Life Poems, 4 of 4

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The Beach


The beach ends in the crushing surf, the steady ebb and flow of the strongest force on earth.

And here we choose to build our castles, lounge in the sun, and play away the long days.

We walk out to meet the tide, dancing with the waves, relishing the kiss of the sun, all is mirth.

We are instantly refreshed from this well of power, this natural balm, embraced in the ocean’s spray.

Kingdom Life Poems, 3 of 4

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The Winter Mountains

The snow dulls the sharp edges of the cold winter mountains.

It smooths away all blemishes until we slide through and leave our mark.

The evergreens, cozy in their white blankets, splash their color blends.

Everything exudes calm, peace, sanity, the beauty is stark.

Kingdom Life Poems, 2 of 4

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The Summer Mountains


The river whispers its promise of relief from the summer sun baked mountains.

The jays hop and bob, offering their opinions on everything while skittishly moving from tree to tree.

The stars, more than you could count in a hundred lifetimes, bright the sky, an infinite pricks of the pin.

A thunder storm rages in the canyon next door and the echoes roll down the valley.

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The Desert


The desert stretches to the horizon, an endless sea of sand and dead brush waiting for the next wind to send them tumbling. 

Sharp, black rocks, alien, grotesque, yet beautiful, punctuate the view, the remnants from volcanos long sense extinct.

The long arms of cactus, point every which way, like signposts meant to remind you how far you are from anything and everything. 

The road carves through faults, from San Andreas to Garlock, it’s a land scarred by quakes, the layers of rock swirl, beautiful and  distinct.

on being nine

My dear Little Prince,

How?  How are you nine already?  That boggles my mind.  You’ve been part of our lives for going on a decade now… 

And what an adventure those years have been.  Travelling.  Learning.  Exploring. 

From figuring out all the wheeled objects, all of them, to snowboarding and surfing.  From your love of reading, often staying up later than me to just finish that one more chapter, to the speed with which you pick up new math topics.  And your love of art.  And your creativity and imagination. 

You wrote a book and gave it out as Christmas presents this past year.  At 8 years old.  I mean…  How very cool is that?

Plus, you’ve written and drawn how many comic books now?  The number keeps growing. 

This year you have just absolutely exploded with talent at all the things you attempt.  All while still being great with your two little brothers.  And getting your braces off.  And continuing to be good with your glasses.  And.  And.  And.

Really, you are a wonder.

Which just leaves me in constant awe and wondering…  What will you do next? 

I know, I know… I’m too hard on you at times.  I expect great things from you and I push you towards that, often forgetting that you are still so young.  You just act so much older than you are most of the time.  So, I’m sorry, as I tell you often, that I can be so demanding.  I’m working on it.  Just as you are working on growing and learning, and learning and growing, and here’s a little secret for you…  that never stops.  You will always be learning and growing, or you’ll be doing something wrong.

I’m not worried about that, though.  Your curiosity is insatiable.  You move from one topic to the next, following the answers of your initial questions down rabbit holes of information until you understand something, and then you move on to the next.

All these stepping stones on your way to changing the world.  You’re on your way, that’s for sure.  And you’ll get there in the end, of that I have no doubt.

Can’t wait to see what the next year brings, and then the decade after that.

Love you, kiddo.

Love,

Daddy / Matticus / The Jester