Anchors Aweigh

Reflections on the retirement of two news veterans

With Brokaw and Rather
soon saying goodbye,
the peacock and eyeball
are starting to cry.

The news we watch nightly
won’t seem quite the same
as network execs play
the replacement game.

These two veteran anchors
have both left their mark.
While one’s tail was wagging,
the other would bark.

Dan Rather would rather
have worked until May,
but slandering W meant
he’s H to pay.

More cranky that Cronkite,
this Texan was tough.
At times he was cocky,
uncaring and gruff.

Some think Dan’s quite liberal.
Well, duh… That’s not news.
His bias is blatant.
Consider his views.

Tom Brokaw was better
as anchormen go.
We warmed to his style
on the old Today Show.

Most all of the time
we could tell what he meant
in spite of his signature
impediment.

Tom honored our fathers
who won the Big War.
He helped us remember
their courage and more.

He called them The Greatest
for their sacrifice.
We needed his nudging
to pay honor’s price.

And though it will be hard
to see both men gone,
I’d rather see Rather retire,
not Tom.

A Stern Judgment

Why Ron Artest’s technical foul is more than a technicality

I must confess
that Ron Artest
is best when on the bench.
The Pacers pest
has need to rest.
The verdict was a cinch.

That hardwood brawl
like Adam’s fall
exposed man’s sinful way.
That kind of wrong
does not belong
within the NBA.

My point in short
is that the court
had cause to be that stern.
To save the game
we love from shame,
the lawless have to learn.

Don’t Let the Grinch Steal Thanksgiving

Why genuine gratitude begins with contentment

In Whoville the Grinch was quite greedy and mean.
The envy within him caused him to turn green.
Ungrateful and jealous, this monster-like grouch
spent Thanksgiving morning curled up on the couch.
No holiday baking. No holiday fun.
The number of chairs at his table was one.

It seemed that his appetite wasn’t for food.
He always was stuck in the stuff-buying mood.
“Why cook up a turkey?” He said to himself.
“I’d rather add stuff to what’s stuffed on my shelf.”

The stores were all closed for the Great Day of Thanks.
But that was no problem. The green prince of pranks
could shop by computer to his heart’s content.
And clicking his mouse, the Grinch spent and he spent.

The Great Day of Thanking went by really quick
and by spending and buying the Grinch got real sick.
But nobody knew it. And nobody cared.
For Grinches are selfish and Grinches don’t share.
And if you are wondering the point of this rhyme,
then keep reading on past the end of this line.

In the -ville we inhabit there isn’t a Grinch.
But sometimes we act just like him cause we’re rich.
We buy what we want without batting an eye.
We silence our kids’ “gotta-haves” when they cry.
We love to go shopping and spend major cash
while throwing away what’s still good with the trash.

We envy our neighbor’s new car and new boat
and find ourselves lusting to have her mink coat.
We want a new kitchen. New drapes would be fine.
And oh don’t we love how our hardwood floors shine?

We long for the latest. We crave what is new.
We’re not satisfied having one. We need two.
Two big screen TV sets. Two Lexus. Two homes.
There’s two spouses working to service the loans.

And though when we’re cut we bleed red not Grinch-green,
our selfish Grinch tendencies still can be seen.
Our hearts are thing-centered. They aren’t good at thanks.
They start to beat stronger at Best Buy and banks.

It’s hard to be grateful when there’s more to buy.
We can’t track our assets. In truth, we don’t try.
Instead we’re inclined to add up what we need.
First this and then that and then… Look at our greed!

And even on this day when turkey is king
we aren’t satisfied with a leg and a wing.
We need mashed potatoes. We need candied yams.
We need beans and biscuits plus two kinds of jams.
There’s tossed greens and Jell-o and cranberries too.
At least we are grateful we know how to chew.

But gratitude’s not way high up on our list.
We feel so entitled it tends to get missed.
But that is not all we ungrateful folk do.
There’s something that turns us a Grinch-greenish hue.
We rarely if ever say “I’m satisfied.”
And if we did say it, we most likely we lied.

If we are forever fixated on more,
we can’t be contented. Contentment’s a chore.
Contentment is foreign. Contentment ain’t fun.
And why should we settle when our dreams aren’t done?

Why settle indeed? Because deep in our soul
we feel something’s missing. It feels like a hole.
It’s really a hunger that’s long been ignored
by Grinch-like behavior that’s caused us to hoard.

But, hey, it’s Thanksgiving. The hungry are filled.
Let thirsts, dreams and longings be quenched met & stilled.
No turkey is needed. A ham will not do.
The feelings you long for hide deep within you.

Start counting your blessings. Look back, not ahead.
Be done being selfish. Be grateful instead.
Be grateful for fingers, for eyelids that close.
Be grateful that you can still smell with your nose.
Be grateful for legs that allow you to walk.
Give thanks that the tongue in your mouth lets you talk.

Give thanks for your children. Give thanks for your spouse.
Give thanks for your over-stuffed “imperfect” house.
Be done with Grinch yearnings. Let thanks fill your heart.
Acknowledge God’s goodness. That’s where it will start.

Pondering the Meaning of a Verdict and a Merger

How this week’s headlines impact our lives

A Guarded Celebration

Great Scott! Guilty Scott.
Quite unlike O.J.,
the jury didn’t close their eyes
and Justice got her way.

Truth wins! Laci wins!
Baby Connor, too.
It took five months to sort the facts
and sift through every clue.

Now what? You know what.
Sentencing awaits.
The jury weighing death or life
will recommend his fate.

Don’t gloat. Please don’t gloat.
Though you’ve never killed,
you know that you are capable
of wrongs you haven’t willed.

Ask God. Speak to God.
Share your heart with Him.
Urge Him to be near to Scott
while dealing with your sin.

The Ultimate Blue Light Special

With Martha in the Big House,
K Mart has sold its home.
It’s scaling down by trading up
to where the Roebucks roamed.

The blue-light beacon’s flashing.
A huge white sale’s inside.
Big K’s now playing hardball
with Sear’s softer side.

The Target is competing
with Mr. Walton’s stores
but time will tell if S and K
will find a way to score.

A Tribute to an Unknown Soldier

Veterans Day reflections on the price of freedom

Hey soldier,
even though I never knew you,
I want to thank you.

You loved our country just like I.
You bled red, white and blue.
You didn’t run when Uncle Sam said
“Young man, I need you!”

The things you fought for
are the possessions I cherish.
They are privileges
I could never afford on my own.
Freedom from fear.
Freedom from want.
Freedom of speech
and freedom to worship God.
A treasure chest of priceless gifts.
That’s what you bequeathed to me.

Because of you (and others like you),
I am wealthier than I can fully comprehend.
Still, in the end, in the pursuit of justice
(in which you gave your life),
it doesn’t seem fair at all.

Why should you be called to give up
some of those freedoms
in order to make all of them possible
for those who are sometimes hesitant
to show their gratitude?

Hey soldier,
even though I never knew you,
I want to thank you.

I cried the day I heard you died.
As your flag-covered casket
was carried in slow-motion precision
to a waiting hearse,
my heavy heart grieved
with sighs too deep for words.

Hey soldier,
even though I never knew you,
God knew you intimately.
What is more He loved you.
He gave His Son to die for you.
And I’m praying that this loving God
will overwhelm your loved ones
with His comfort and compassion
as He under girds them
with His grace and peace.
After all, thanks to you I have
the freedom to publicly declare
my dependence on Him.

Hey soldier,
I’m grieving you’re gone,
but I’m grateful for what you gave.
And even though I never knew you,
I just wanted to say thanks.