Goodbye, American!

A farewell to our nation’s beloved radio newsman

Mr. Harvey,
while standing by
for the news today,
we heard sad news
that has cast a pall
over our nation.
Newscasters are reporting
that you are dead.
It’s not a good day.

All the same,
Americans’ sadness
is sweet sorrow.
It is good grief.
Our lives are wealthier
because you invested your life
in us.

Like the famous apostle
whose name you bore,
your message has impacted millions.
And as was true of Saint Paul,
your words will continue to live on.

Whether spoken or written,
your daily epistles
were missals of truth and life
sprinkled with grace and peace.
You reported on
what others failed to see
(or refused to).

You would not simply
give the headlines
related to our sin-tinged world.
To you, the top of the front page
was rarely the bottom line of truth.
There was always
“the rest of the story.”

And now, Mr. Harvey,
page five.
At long last,
you are experiencing
the rest of your story.
The ultimate rest stop
on the adventure of a lifetime.
Eternal rest.

And while we struggle
with feelings of loss this day,
you’ve gained what no one
can ever take from you.
Life after death
with the very One
who conquered death
through his post-crucifixion
resurrection.
That’s the Gospel truth.
That’s Good News.

In light of that,
we do not simply bid you
goodbye, Mr. Harvey.
Many of us will see you again.
And to that end,
employing two little words
that marked your work
for seven long decades,
we simply say
“Good Day!”

* Also check out “Hello Americans, This is Paul Harvey,” my tribute to Paul Harvey’s 89th birthday posted on The Partial Observer on September 7, 2007. You can also read my tribute to Paul’s wife Angel Harvey who died last year. It’s titled”His Angel’s Up in Heaven” and was posted on this website July 11, 2008.

The Dogs of Winter

Celebrating the legacy of the Iditarod sled dog race

And they’re off. The dogs of winter
leave Wasilla bound for Nome.
It’s “The Last Great Race” for sled dogs
on a trail as hard as stone.

You can see their hot breath’s vapor
in the frigid arctic air.
Each team’s musher guides and feeds them
demonstrating love quite rare.

It’s amazing. It’s quite moving.
It’s the famed Iditarod.
And the history that precedes it
shows how dogs were used by God.

When a plague was killing children
back in 1925
all the folks in “Gold Rush City”
prayed their younggins would survive.

There was serum that could cure ’em.
But just how to get it there?
Living near the Arctic Circle
meant they only had a prayer.

Forget boats. The sea was frozen.
And the planes could not be flown.
Model Ts were not an option
for all roads don’t lead to Nome.

So the sled dogs carried serum
in a relay race of speed.
Man’s best friends were hailed as heroes.
What a most amazing breed!

God used canines to bring healing.
Yes, they were a means of grace.
And to keep us from forgetting,
every March the dogs still race.

Global Warnings

The frigid economic forecast;
You Can Go Home Again…After All!

Global Warnings
The frigid economic forecast

This new economic climate
is evoking drastic change.
The forecast is quite scary,
unpredictable and strange.

Storm clouds churn on the horizon.
There is darkness overhead.
It’s too late to run for cover.
We’d best brace for months of dread.

It’s a cataclysmic crisis
sure to flood the world with woe.
Loss of jobs and lines of credit.
Tons default on their dream home.

We’ve been steamed by global warming.
But, it’s time we cooled our jets.
Let’s take heed to global warnings
bout this economic mess.
 

You Can Go Home Again… After All!
Ken Griffey Jr. returns to the Seattle Mariners

Two weeks ago free-agent Ken
gave hints he might play ball again
where he first had a taste of fame.
But then he wasn’t sure.He made us sweat and squirm and caveto fears that he’d become a Brave.But drama is the atmospherethat Junior loves to breathe. Just like it was in ’95,a dream we all thought dead’s alive.The Kid (grown up) is headed backto be a Mariner. So could it be? Dare we believe?Is this the year that we who’ve grievedwill have just cause to celebrate?It could be. My oh my!

A Presidents Day Present

A little package from his friends on the Hill

“Please sign here, Mr. President.
This package is for you.
It’s from your friends up on the Hill
who know you’re feeling blue.”

On this day for old Presidents,
our new one gets a gift.
A package with a pricey bow.
An economic lift.

This PRESENT’s aimed to stimulate
the FUTURE of our land.
What PAST the Senate and the House
is nothing less than grand.

“Or is it?” ask Republicans.
“How can it be so great?”
A grande drip from St. Arbucks
does more to stimulate.”

“Just give it time,” say Democrats.
“It’s more like Mountain Dew.”
What we have sent the President
will make bull markets moo.”

Breathing Lessons

What can we learn from Michael Phelps stroke of stupidity?;
Dear God, A-Rod:
What Was She Thinking?

Breathing Lessons
What can we learn from Michael Phelps stroke of stupidity?

You take like a fish to water.
But when comes to grass,
you take a hit like an undisciplined animal.

Like it or not, you’re a role model, Mike.
What were you thinking?
In terms of drinking, drugs or casual sex,
how a sports hero behaves effects
what your young fans crave.

Your gold medals may not be tarnished,
but your golden-boy reputation has been.

Are you a has-been?
That has been a water-cooler conversation of late.

Did you feel the need to keep up with the Joneses?
Did Marion’s misstep cause you to stumble?
Or was it just freestyle stupidity?
 

Dear God, A-Rod
Talking turkey with Alex RodriguezDear God, A-Rod,what did it take so longto swallow pride and say you liedadmitting you’d done wrong? Dear God, A-Rod,why did you have to cheat?You had it made each time you played.We cheered you from our feet. Dear God, A-Rod,you didn’t need to use.You were a star just as you arewith not a thing to lose. Dear God, A-Rod,how could you let them down?Your young fans ache to know you’re fake.They’ll never trust you now.
What Was She Thinking?
Questioning a single mother’s sanity

She’s a single mom with six small kids
and now she has eight more.
What was she thinking? Well, that’s the thing.
She wasn’t. Oh, my Lord.

And what about the doctors?
Seems they like playing God.
Why fertilize and plant eight eggs?
Unthinkable. Most odd.

A human life’s not Build-a-Bear
at some suburban mall.
Each needs a dad’s and mother’s love.
They’re more than Barbie dolls.