[Verse 1]
One day a young boy awakes
and paints God on his ceiling
a wide wash of heaven
above the bunk bed where he sleeps

only the boy can see his God
but he prays others will
wishing he might understand
why he is alive or if he even exists

his brother on the lower bunk chases girls to forget the divine
smoking his dreams hazy with weed
he eyes this latest painting by his younger brother and smiles
but forgets why it made him smile

his mother asks the boy, "why vandalize the ceiling?"
he has sketchbooks, artist canvases
tablets and digital paper purchased for his creativity
he might have painted those instead

his father works hard and drinks beer while watching TV
he admires his son's genius, but has no words
no language and no courage
to say how the painting stirs his soul

one day the young boy awakes
to decide if no one else can see God
maybe he shouldn't either
he paints over the infinite colors with white

[Verse 2]
One day
Young boy awakes
Paints God on his ceiling
Wide wash of heaven above his bunk bed
Only he can see his masterpiece
He's believing
he prays others will see

one day the young boy awakes
he decides
if no one else can see God
maybe he shouldn't either
he paints over the infinite colors with white

One day
Young boy awakes
Paints God on his ceiling
Wide wash of heaven above his bunk bed
White divine beauty
He sees
believing
prays others will see.

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Born in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, I now live in Savannah, Georgia, with my remarkable and understanding wife Sarah and my sons Finn and Talon, who constantly astonish me. I make films such as the award-winning shorts THE STREET CLEANER and YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. I write, direct, produce, manage, edit, and handle locations for film and television, including the Style Network's Emmy-nominated series RUBY, Tyler Perry's THE HAVE AND THE HAVE NOTS, and five feature-length movies this past two years (CRACKERJACK, UNTOUCHED, BREAKING AT THE EDGE, ENCHANTED AMORE/FOUR SENSES, and ABRAHAM LINCOLN vs ZOMBIES). Telling important stories, by nurturing an idea from concept to completed vision, is what I am passionate about. I also write fiction and poetry, make music, and photograph artistic nudes.

"Hold together, Jack, pass through everything, and everything is one dream, one appearance, one flash, one sad eye, one crystal lucid mystery, one word--Hold still, man, regain your love of life and go down from this mountain and simply be--be--be the infinite fertilities of the one mind of infinity, make no comments, complaints, criticisms, appraisals, avowals, sayings, shootings stars of thought, just flow, flow, be you all, be you what it is, it is only what it always is--Hope is a word like a snow-drift--This is the Great Knowing, this is the Awakening, this is Voidness--So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don't be sorry. You have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors was only the God-being pretending to be a man pretending not to know the God-being."

- Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels

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