THE WORLD IS FULL of blowhards ready to blow up the world. Some imagine a kiss and kindness give peace a chance. Only those who foolishly hold onto possibility have a chance to change this world. Some will remain forever in the dirt of this earth, but who looks in another’s eyes and sees stars may walk across the universe.
SOME LEAVE THIS EARTH too soon and we are left in wonder. I remember the nightJohn Lennon died, the voice of Vin Scelsa on WNEW back when a radio station still had a voice. I remember the tilt of my sister Sharon’s head, the one small tear in her eye. She is not given to tears, so the one she gave meant much. My brother Jim said nothing in his most eloquent way. For some but not all, night again becomes day. There is a light that comes at dawn, sometimes creeping wounded, bloody over night’s back.
THE SUN THAT COMES now over earth’s horizon and its light belong to us all. John Lennon sees it somehow, somewhere still across the universe. In my life I have learned what I have means nothing if what I have cannot be shared. In the end all we have is each other and often not for long. If the like of Lennon, John means anything to you as it means to me, share your light in this universe here.