a poem is a sermon
Let the cold wind blow, let the weak spots show, let the gray hair go ’til it’s there no more. Let the days roll by, let the hours fly, let ’em say goodbye ’til it’s you and I. There’s just no reason that I can find to leave a bit of this life behind. Let […]
You can lay down all the money you like on redwood gazebos, those big platform feeders; put out the best blend of customized seed, and he won’t show a figment of interest. Cut up fresh fruit and array it on saucers, crumble up corn bread and leave it for hours; sit there stock-still, either morning […]
The song I sing this morning is not new. In fact, its birth predates even my own; yet in between the phrases, now and then, it’s me, and not the tune, that you’ll hear groan. Why is this melody upon my lips instead of some fresh fragment from the charts, designed from sentimental, worn cliches […]
There is only one thought that is scarier to the industrialist than “Workers of the World Unite”. It is “Want What You Have”. © 2004, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.
The things that you love are a part of me, each butterfly that brings a laughing smile; Our community grows large because we share every moment and each traveled mile. I can touch you here and now, feel your lips against mine, your scent on the morning breeze; and if for brief times the world […]