"Never Let Love Be All"
by Leonard Gibbs
Never let love be all, all dreams fulfilled;
a life of constant joy will tire itself.
Moments of loving, heights of ecstasy
are islands in the ocean's gentle swell.
Love's no museum, filled with endless art,
the ancient masters that must not be touched.
The perfect picture, frozen in its frame
will fade, perfection will become a bore.
Only a fool will see his love as all,
all tender touches, never failing smiles,
all lust unending, lovely agony;
there must be rest between; a love must heal.
Then let the times for loving not be all,
but pray the times between the times be small.
About the Author
Leonard Gibbs is a retired Presbyterian minister from the hills of north Georgia, living out his later years in rural Vermont. He works at poetry at the kitchen counter, looking at the Green Mountains, surrounded by wife Janet, two daughters, two cats, two Scot terriers and three horses(not all in the kitchen). He has self-published two books of poems: A Vermont Bestiary, and Skipping Stones.
Bed of Roses Love Sonnet Contest Winner
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).