The Dream-Maker
Deep set dreams come true
Like quietly exploding stars.
Dreams that no one knows about, but you
And the stars. Then truly there is
Heaven.
We sit with beads in hand
In your morning sunlight
Thankful as we can be.
And we are touched with your
Happiness.
Where birds dart through the trees calling
Their colours numerous.
And the avocadoes full and bulging
And the mangoes almost done.
For this and more we thank
Your Majesties.
For we are lost without dreams,without a vision
And perspective of Eucharist,
Whose Will like radiating-forever rays
Reach through days of shadow
And touch us, healing past wounds
In the sunlight of His peace.
And we enveloped in this
Light forever.
Poems in a tropical landscape...
JUBILEE...for my father Felix S. (d.2001)
Lord of the Hills,
Sunkissed Peace whose roots reach the depths
Of the cool cocoa.
Your strength like the arches of the double rainbow
bends to heal hurts embedded in the psyche
Of a people.
For when in his younger days he could not touch
the rainbow of dreams, he swept the impatient skies and waited
And toiled and watched for You ( in vain, he thought)
Our Lord of the Hills.
But in the evening of his days
He cooled and calmed storms that raged in us and in himself
(And I didn't know that his gift was wisdom.)
For maturing bliss had settled on him.
He sheltered us from the storms,
As the immortelle the young cocoa.
When in the evening of his days he sought his Lord.
He waited now praying patient bead after bead
Until the storms had passed.
Storms rooted deep in the heart of the hills.
And in the whispers of the cool cocoa
A love is reborn from shredded creole dreams,
A love renewed in the healing of historical hurts
In the jubilee peace that is to come,
When the Lord of the Hills
Will hold sway.