Monday, February 20, 2017

To Whom It May Concern

                                                          1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
                                                            Washington, D.C. 20500

I've seen the things that gold can do to a man's soul. I've seen men laid too low to pray. I've held diamonds in my hand that started off as dirty coal. Flat on your back, the stars in the sky will show you the way.

Men without work and men without hope pass the reverently rich on the sidewalk every day. Their shoulders may touch but you can be sure that their eyes don't meet. Only the saints rely on the stars to show them the way.

If preachers gave away love and hope like they do bread and wine and if the meek inherit their share of the earth today and when hypocrisy fails with all it entails and gives us a sign, we'll look to the saints and rely on the stars to show us the way.

There's gold on the moon and diamonds in the sky. The streets fill with silver when the rainclouds cry. You can walk around heaven with diamond dust on your shoes but for the grace of God-the broke heart blues.

Most sincerely,
Ronny Elliott

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