/ louis gander
One More Day
A gravely serious, sobering and thought-provoking poem which indirectly asks, "How in the world am I living?"
One Final Tear
The heart determines how they flow -and why they come so fast -as tears pour down in numbers fromthe first to very last.
About 15 minutes before Sunday School started, as children and parents would arrive (and join in singing), my father would lead the gospel choruses singing while playing his old familiar guitar...
Oh Tiny Bud
The winners flaunt their daily lives when pride's indulging self arrives, ignoring young and helpless those, with hungry gut and dirty clothes.
If I could play the piano...If I could mute out all the 'norm'with notes so delicately warm -so we, God's face, in them could see -oh how, if I could so perform...
Worse Than That
Don't laugh at me. It's just the way this evil world turns...
Show The Lord
"This court is now in session!" said 'His Honor' from the bench.