Rohn Federbush's Blog, page 22
December 6, 2013
Isaiah 55:4
Behold, I have given him for a witness to the people, a leader and commander to the people.
December 5, 2013
Isaiah 55:3
Incline your ear, and come unto me: hear, and your soul shall live; and I will make an everlasting covenant with you, even the sure mercies of David.
December 4, 2013
Isaiah 55:2
Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread? And your labour for that which satisfieth not? Hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.
December 3, 2013
Isaiah 55:1
Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; you, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.
November 21, 2013
We the People by Rohn Federbush
We the People
We have no hope for a peaceful nation While we school our children in violence From movies, video games and contact sports.Our politicians teach us fear Sell killing machines To protect us from our hatreds.
Death by cop For the next generation Accepted as normal behavior.
We have no hope for a peaceful nation While we school our children in violence From movies, video games and contact sports.Our politicians teach us fear Sell killing machines To protect us from our hatreds.
Death by cop For the next generation Accepted as normal behavior.
November 19, 2013
The Opium Den by Rohn Federbush
The Opium Den
My feet were up, uncomfortable in thick-soled winter bootsWhile the sedative coursed through my nerve endings.I remembered firmer feet in high-heeled summer shoes,Clicking in time to an inner pulse.A breeze over the Fox River falls cooled the back of my neck.My bra was tight, my white nurses uniform snug against my slim ribcage.Seventeen, heading for a Saturday job as a dental assistant,I might have warranted the remark of my married sister’s admirer,“Ravishing,” he said, as I sashayed by. And I probably thoughtThe hunger for loving ravishment mine to control.But breathing the nitrate can’t erase the fact I amSeventy plus, looking forward to my first firm biteAfter receiving four front and shiny new teeth implants.
My feet were up, uncomfortable in thick-soled winter bootsWhile the sedative coursed through my nerve endings.I remembered firmer feet in high-heeled summer shoes,Clicking in time to an inner pulse.A breeze over the Fox River falls cooled the back of my neck.My bra was tight, my white nurses uniform snug against my slim ribcage.Seventeen, heading for a Saturday job as a dental assistant,I might have warranted the remark of my married sister’s admirer,“Ravishing,” he said, as I sashayed by. And I probably thoughtThe hunger for loving ravishment mine to control.But breathing the nitrate can’t erase the fact I amSeventy plus, looking forward to my first firm biteAfter receiving four front and shiny new teeth implants.
November 18, 2013
Mary's Husband by Rohn Federbush
Mary’s Husband
He’s not just a pencil-sharpening teacher from New Jersey.He’s in the warp and weave of her life.He’s like a frog whose croak fills the world.He’s something out of the loneliness of nothing.
He’s not just a pencil-sharpening teacher from New Jersey.He’s in the warp and weave of her life.He’s like a frog whose croak fills the world.He’s something out of the loneliness of nothing.
November 17, 2013
Sunday's Thoughts From Rohn
Song of Solomon - Chapter 6:3 “I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.”Io sono dell’amico mio; e l’amico mio, che pasture il gregge fra I gigli e mio
November 11, 2013
Monday's Thoughts From Rohn
Matt 16:26 “..what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?”
November 10, 2013
Sunday's Thoughts From Rohn
Matt 9:29 “According to your faith be it unto you.”
