Caution: Congress Under Repair

The cracks in the Capitol Dome aren’t the only cause for concern

The D.C. dome is scaffolded.
It needs support to stand.
The cracks and fissures found inside are deep.
Our Capitol is crumbling.
Its cornerstone’s come loose.
From where he sits the sight makes Lincoln weep.

Republicans and Democrats
breathe in the toxic dust
ignoring what seems obvious to me.
The rifts and constant rancor
put democracy at risk
as those elected dodge falling debris.

Can’t those in Congress get along?
Is it too late to try?
What happened to respect within those halls?
Repairs indeed are needed
and it’s bound to take some time
if we ever reinforce once hallowed walls.

One Father’s Proud Moment

A reflection of our Heavenly Father’s love

That little girl we nurtured
as a child takes the stage,
a silver tube pressed loosely to her lips.
The sounds she makes amazes,
both melodic and serene.
In my head I hear her friends say, “Lauren rips!”

Her tone would make James Galway
stand on tiptoe and take note.
Years of practice have paid off and I’m so proud.
While it’s freeezing here in Knoxville,
I am warmed by what I feel
as I sit back most contented in the crowd.

Yes, a parent’s pride’s permitted
when your grownup child excels.
Pride is proof that love is beating in your heart.
It’s a natural expression
of what cannot be contained.
It’s the fruit of what’s been growing from the start.

And the pride that I am feeling
is a picture of God’s love.
He delights in me because I am His son.
Being me, I feel His presence
though I cannot play the flute.
It’s enough to know He loves me having fun!

* This was written on the frigid February evening in 2015 when my daughter Lauren Star Asimakoupoulos gave her graduate flute recital at the University of Tennessee School of Music prior to obtaining her Masters degree in flute performance.

Fifty Shades of Grace

The black and white truth from God’s Word

Through Jesus we have been set free from the bondage of sin! As I’ve contemplated the amazing grace of our loving God (as illustrated in Holy Scripture), the following words come to mind…

LOVE, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control, commitment, security, forgiveness, mercy, acceptance, compassion, friendship, justice, listening ear, tenderness, freedom, welcome, praise, companionship, transparency, hope, intimacy, presence, courage, protection, respite, help, respect, honesty, time, attention, access, loyalty, trust, a place to belong, assurance, provision, protection, identity, advocacy, refuge, redemption, purity, oneness, validation and LIFE.

I’m Praying for Brian Williams

And that’s no lie!

He fudged on facts and he got caught.
That’s why he’s off the air.
A man we trusted stole our trust.
And just like you, I care!

The shame he feels flies in the face
of all he’s done that’s good.
And there’s a cost for disregarding
doing what we should.

What Brian Williams did was wrong
and must be penalized.
But knowing how we’ve stretched the truth,
I will not criticize.

Instead I choose to pray for him
as he takes time away.
May God be found within the pain
as night gives way to day.

The Joy of Unconditional Love

What the original 12th Man promises

The Seahawks fans are called a name
describing who they are.
They cheer their team who scrimmage on the field.
They’re called the 12th Man for their role
is offering their love
when times are good or when their doom is sealed.

But long before the Seahawks played
a 12th Man made some noise
to help His team stay focused on their goal.
Persistently He persevered
and pledged His loyalty
to help the ones He loved pay victory’s toll.

An upper room, a pre-game meal,
this 12th Man voiced support.
His stood beside eleven on His team.
Through pain or gain He proved His love.
He washed His players feet
while laying down His life to serve their dream.

He called them servants, scrubbed their pride
and huddled them to hear
instructions for one last decisive play.
And then He cheered their progress
from a rugged Roman cross
on what would prove a not-so-Good Friday.

On Sunday night behind locked doors
His team was feeling down
convinced their lofty cause was surely doomed.
This 12th Man showed up unannounced
and filled their hearts with hope
within that dark and lifeless upper room.

He praised their purpose, gave them heart 
and wouldn’t let them quit.
He gave them hope to hold on to the end.
This 12th Man proved His loyalty
in good times and as bad
and sent them on a mission as His friends.