Out of Many, One

It’s more than a motto on our money

Current events define us as a people.
But does the currency we carry in our pockets?

E Pluribus Unum.

It’s engraved on our money
that accounts for our wealth as a nation.
A wealth that has little to do
with our gross national product.
It doesn’t relate all that much
to the interest rates or market shares.
And it’s really not indicative of
saving plans,
pension funds
or even things we own.

E. Pluribus Unim

It’s a little three-word Latin phrase
that we haven’t lived up to recently.
It’s high time we heeded this motto
that has held us together in low times.
It’s time we remembered we will only thrive
when we celebrate our oneness
in the midst of diversity.

Skating Together

Pairs skating is not just for the Winter Olympic Games

“Not good for man to be alone!”
God said when life began.
“To skate through life with joy he needs a pair.
Someone to share the thrills and spills.
Someone to hold his hand,
a partner by his side when he is scared.”

What God intended from the start
is what makes life complete.
A spouse or friend to navigate thin ice.
When sharing joys and sorrows,
we find meaning in each day.
Companionship is needed (not just nice).

Sitting by a Cozy Fire

There is just something about a blazing fire that warms the soul

Sitting by a cozy fire
listening to John Rutter’s choir
frees me from the quicksand mire
of daily life demands.

The dancing flames invite my gaze
and penetrate the inner haze
of foggy thoughts from stressful days
and deadlines yet unmet.

And in the fire’s warmth I find
a respite from the daily grind
and faith to trust when I am blind
to how God cares for me.

A Weekly Deadline

Facing a blank screen week after week is a challenge

Every week I have a deadline,
an assignment (self imposed)
to create a poem couched in current times
And it isn’t always easy
to find something wise to say
or to find a worthy reason for a rhyme.

Still, it’s my prayer that God will give me
poignant words to help someone
as they contemplate their world or stressful life.
In a simple rhyming poem,
focus comes to what’s been blurred.
Inner peace can take the place of nagging strife.

So I choose to battle deadlines
and the angst of empty thoughts
as I face a wordless screen from time to time.
Twenty years of weekly poems
fuels my hope that words will come
and that somehow in some way I’ll weave a rhyme.

In the Bleak Midwinter (revisited)

A hymn for the hum-drum days of winter

As we face the bleak midwinter
and the angst of sunless days,
dark emotions drain our joy ducts
when depression stalks its prey.
Lord of light please shine upon us.
Bathe us with Your warmth we pray.

As we navigate the puddles
in the place where joy once played,
it is hard to sense Your presence,
when our hearts are cold and gray.
Lord of light please shine upon us.
Bathe us with Your warmth we pray.

As we wait with hope for springtime
when joy blossoms day by day
we acknowledge our dependence
on Your knowledge of our way.
Lord of light please shine upon us.
Bathe us with Your warmth we pray.

Tune: Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence