The Master’s Palm Sunday

Amen Corner at Augusta National Golf Course

There’s no green jacket
for this Master’s Sunday.
But there are green palm branches
waved by those in the gallery
who excitedly realize
the significance of what they are part of.

In “Amen Corner”
the tulips and azaleas trumpet their praise
as creation recognizes the glory of this holy moment.
It is a thing of beauty to behold.

The Champion joyfully acknowledges their cheers
as he drinks in the adulation of those
who line the fairways
that lead to the final flag.

It’s a surreal scene.
A sacred snapshot.
Men and women.
Old and young.
Followers and critics alike.
They all watch the drama
playing out before them in newsreel-like fashion.

But this victory procession
doesn’t lead to Butler Cabin at Augusta National.
Rather, it serpentines through
the cobblestone streets
of an ancient city.

The spontaneous parade
ends at an impressive Clubhouse
where (ironically) today’s Master
conferred with the local professionals
comparing scorecards decades previously
when he was but a boy of twelve.

But now is years removed
from his bar mitzvah.
The Scriptures read that day
have been fulfilled this day.
And yet,
all is not what you might imagine.

Vendors tables topple.
Angry words are spoken.
The rules committee is confronted
by the One signing autographs.
The Hero departs.
The crowds disband.

As the parade ends
a week begins
that will culminate
in what appears to be a tragedy.
This Master’s celebration
morphs to sorrow.
This Master’s glory portends more.

From Refugee to Royalty

Remembering the remarkable Madeleine Albright

When it comes to American royalty,
she checked all the boxes.
Her amazing life
was a fairytale come true.

As a child refugee,
whose grandparents were victims
of the holocaust,
she saluted Lady Liberty
with allegiance in her heart
and a twinkle in her eye.

She elevated the role of secretary
to a whole new level.
She broached serious subjects
with integrity and dignity.

Madeleine Albright
was regal on every level.
Her face and her jewelry
sparkled with grace.
Her name called attention
to her brilliance.

This diminutive diva
on the world stage
was a rock star in global affairs.
She towered over her peers
with Katanji-like class.

Though slight in height,
we looked up to her.
While she stood only 4’10” high,
she was tall enough
to shatter a glass ceiling.

With John Glenn,
Madeleine Albright lived a legacy
that was out of this world.

As we look up to the heavens tonight,
let us thank God
for this princess of peace
who illuminated our world for good
and gave our daughters
a role model to which to aspire.

Peace to her memory!

A Poetic Month

April is National Poetry Month

April is that awesome month
when dogwoods start to bark.
It’s when our Uncle Sam collects his due.
It is the time we hear “play ball”
from umps behind the plate.
It is the month that poets write haiku.

It is the month we celebrate
that winter’s finally gone.
We marvel at spring flowers in full bloom.
And it’s the month we recognize
our planet on Earth Day
as butterflies emerge from their cocoons.

But most of all this month is known
for what God did for us
upon a cross and in an empty grave…
a Holy Week that culminates
in resurrection praise
as Christians ‘round the world sing Jesus Saves.

And so I aim to “seize the day”
to live what I profess
embracing hope when darkness hides the sun.
This month invites us to believe
there’s more than meets the eye
with growing clues that new life has begun.