Simon: The decorations look great dad! Go up one more I’ll spot you.
Ethan: Simon, if I fall on you, you die.
Simon: Good point. I’ll get mom.
Ethan: Don’t just leave me up here! Simon!
Simon: I didn’t want to tell you guys. But the spirit of Christmas has got to me.
Ethan: is this a ghost story? Because I have to prepare myself…
Simon: I got you a present not a ghost. I know it’s early. But it’s round and it’s green and it definitely doesn’t bounce but it fits under the couch!
Simon: Ok it’s a ball! I got you a BALL!
Ethan: You’re not supposed to tell us what it is,man.
Simon: I better show you how to use it, you can put it in your mouth and carry it around. Or throw it across the room…go ahead and try it.
(A sketch of the human heart by Leonardo da Vinci)
We fed on dreams
Everything was infinite
And we understood
We are made of stars
We are made of earth
Spontaneous as lightning
If you could see inside the hearts of men
Would you want to stay there ?
Do you feel that you could own it ?
We want to live
We want to see
We want to feel
To fly to dream
Light becomes dark
So we make a spark to see a flame
We make decisions that break us
But with every broken bone
We hate we cry
We live we die
The way you smell like spring
That tilt of your head,crinkle of your nose as your smile breaks into a laugh .
Her hair falls like sunlight over her eyes.
She creates her own light
This is what we carry with us
But if you stay
If you should stay …..
That’s the question inside all of us .
We’re as spontaneous as lightning
And we dream the impossible dreams
It keeps us up at night
But you’re our light .
I swear that’s a good thing .
I swear people like you write our dreams .
I swear I knew nothing
And yet, so many something’s
So we are here
With the lightning
Lights in the sky
a little of God inside each of us
scattered like stars in the night
the beating power of eternity thunders inside each of our chest
the creative life force of heaven wrapped within the confines of the imagination
the seedbed of destiny
what if we are stronger than we think?
what if there is no danger in the night?
no stalkers in the dark
what if this chaos , this empty – black pitch
is a canvas for the creative life force within each of us
to paint our destiny
what if we were made with a little bit of God inside of us
What a difference