Don’t Keep Up with the Joneses

Lessons from Marion’s long distance race with the truth

She lost her medals and lost face.
She also lost her pride.
It is such a sad ending
to fable-like fame
because she both used
and she lied.

The longest race she ever ran
was seven years too long.
She ran from the truth
having kept pace with guilt,
but in time was tripped up
by her wrong.

Keeping up with the Joneses?
Don’t do it. Don’t try.
You’d be better off in the end
just to run your own race
even though you might lose
than to cheat and deceive
just to win.

A Declaration of Dependence

The overmedicating of America revealed

Our blest founding fathers
could never have known
Just how our dependence
on pills has now grown.

A purple one, blue one.
The pills never quit.
Viagra, Vitorin,
Naproxen, Requip.

A pill for those times
when your legs are so restless.
And one for that nightmare
when bedtime is sexless.

The problem with having
a pill for each ill
is found in the fine print.
The cure also kills.

A suicide death wish.
Compulsion to smoke.
Four-hour erections.
Lightheadedness. Stroke.

You just might miscarry.
Your vision can fail.
You could have strong urges
that land you in jail.

We’re just too dependent.
We take pills at will.
There’s Tylenol, Tums
plus Aleve and Advil.

There’s Claritin, Vioxx,
Allegra,,, My word.
Our intake to outlast
discomfort’s absurd.

We’re pill-popping junkies.
We’re druggies at best.
Just look at our cupboards
and medicine chests.

Adoption Has a Face

Celebrating the amazing story of an unwanted baby

Adoption is special.
It serves a great need.
But not all adoptions work out.
Sometimes those adopted
are prisoners of sorts
imprisoned by questions and doubts.

“I do not belong here.
I’m not quite sure why.
I just know I feel so alone.”
Though clothed, fed and sheltered,
Hugh longed to be loved.
He wanted much more than a home.

Like others adopted,
he pondered his past
imagining who gave him birth.
“How could she reject me?”
“Am I damaged goods?”
He struggled embracing his worth.

Unwanted, mistreated
quite tragic, and yet
Hugh’s story was not fully told.
The Lord had a purpose
that would not be known
until the young boy had grown old.

A beauty named Norma
would capture his heart.
He’d marry and become a dad.
With four precious children
and one faithful mate,
he thanked God his life wasn’t bad.

The wounds of his childhood
began to be healed.
The Father he’d longed for, he found.
A Savior, a Shepherd,
a mother-like Friend
had freed him from memories that bound.

Then Hugh found his calling.
He started to write.
This tall lanky lad had a gift.
He traveled, found stories,
kept journals of notes
and then through his research he’d sift.

The publishers loved him.
One book became two
and soon Hugh had found his career.
The boy once adopted
discovered his voice.
His purpose in life became clear.

“Each life is a novel
and needs to be told.
A story of joy, sweat and pain.
I want to write chapters
that help others see
how grace transforms losses to gains.”

His life an example
of that very thing,
Hugh wrote countless books, but what’s more.
The best one by far
is the last one he wrote.
It’s a book you’ve been long hoping for.

It’s a book about writing.
It’s a primer of sorts.
It’s the volume you need so you can
put pencil to paper and memories to print
for your children, the good, bad and grand.

Hugh Steven’s success as a writer is validated by the more than 30 books he has written as a missionary biographer with Wycliffe Bible Translators. His most recent book is actually a textbook for those who would like to write their own story. It is called “The Nature of Story and Creativity.” In its pages, Hugh shares insights and suggestions for capturing your unique life experiences on paper to be enjoyed by your family, friends and colleagues and for the generations to come. “The Nature of Story and Creativity”  can be ordered on Amazon.com.

As you might have guessed, I know Hugh Steven personally. As a matter of fact, I married his oldest daughter twenty-five years ago.

A Portrait of “The War”

Praising the amazing artistry of Ken Burns

The War by Burns can now be seen.
A long-awaited Veteran’s dream.
To live a poignant past again
before it’s time to die.

With graphic images of death
that feed nightmares and steal our breath,
The War recalls the reasons why
the peace took years to make.

The War salutes the troops who fought
who bravely did what they were taught.
The ones who gave their Uncle all
and those who came back home.

It illustrates atrocities
and prejudicial ironies.
Burns paints the face of World War 2
unflinching…warts and all.

Through talking heads and photographs,
The War prompts tears and makes us laugh.
This tapestry’s a work of art.
It is a masterpiece.

An Ode to O J

Alphabet soup is simmering once again

O G O J
U R N hock
It’s E Z 2 C Y.
Just like B 4
U broke the law.
U R A guilty guy.

U can B sure
theres H to pay.
O J R 1 desire
is that U get
what U deserve
4 B N such a liar.

O J U R
N deep doo doo.
Can U C just how much?
U R N clined to beat the rap.
But now U R N dutch.