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.

The Divided States of America

A post-election peek at our oxymoronic union

The United States?
For pity sake,
untied is what we are.
We’re very split
and prone to spit
at those with whom we spar.

The United States?
For Heaven’s sake
we fight on different sides.
The right to life
is cause for strife.
On gays we, too, divide.

The United States?
For goodness sake
our rifts must soon be spanned.
We cannot wait
to harness hate.
Let’s work to understand.

The United States?
Make no mistake
that still remains our name.
So Left and Right,
let’s now unite
and find a common aim.

A Mad Man Misunderstood

Yasser Arafat reconsidered

Forgive us Yasser Arafat.

Though you were dubbed an Arab rat,
you were a person loved by God
whom we misunderstood.

How could we understand your plight?
You were convinced that you were right.
And maybe, sir, you were correct
more often than we thought.

How could we fully understand
your passion to possess The Land?
We’ve always had a place that we
can freely call our home.

How could we understand your hate
for those who made Israel a state?
We never have been forced to leave
to wander aimlessly.

How could we understand your schemes
when terror leveled walls and beams?
We’ve rarely known the hopelessness
that comes when justice dies.

How could we understand your pain
when peace talks proved to be in vain
and you were branded arrogant
when others also were.

We came to understand too late
why those who loved you thought you great.
Beneath the head scarf that you wore
there was a brilliant mind.

Trick or Treat

Which Candidate Will Deliver What?

Trick or treat! It’s Bush or Kerry.
One is trusted. One is scary.
Both wear masks but one’s misleading us
in terms of how he’ll serve.

John O’Lantern’s always glowing
but it’s scowling George who’s showing
why we need to be on guard against
the ghouls of evil terror.

And we’d best beware of tactics
and the anti-Bush semantics
that are voiced by Kerry’s goblins
as they fly inciting fear.

At the monster mash on Tuesday
both the Times and Post (and Newsday)
will be haunting us with headlines
all the while leaning left.

Will you vote the left or right way?
Look beneath the masks and then pray
that your heart will guide your balloting
regardless of the polls. 

This Bud’s for You!

A toast to the Red Sox’s long-awaited world championship

Beneath the famous Gateway Arch
the Cardinal fans now grieve quite parched.
Their thirst is for much more than beer.
They craved a win. That much was clear.
Those wingless Cardinals couldn’t fly
in just four games we watched them die.
Jack Buck was turnin’ in his grave
as with their bats the Red Birds waved
at knuckle balls pitched toward the plate.
At Schilling’s fast balls they swung late.
The N L Central champs are through
while Boston cheers and hoists a brew.
The curse at last has been reversed.
Those Clydesdale horses pull a hearse.
With Red Birds dead, Beantown’s not blue.
Hey Bo Sox fans… “This Bud’s for you!”