Take a Walk in a Park

It’s an exercise in patriotism and gratitude

Take a walk in a park.
It’s a good exercise.
It can get your heart beating quite fast
if the park is a graveyard
and you choose to walk slow
so to ponder the heroes who’ve passed.

Midst the flags and the flowers
a name can be seen
that identifies who’s six feet down.
Why not stop and remember
the price that was paid
that allows you to wear freedom’s crown?

A long walk this weekend
will do your heart good.
I am guessing it might skip a beat
as you add up your blessings
and subtract your gripes
giving thanks for the names at your feet.

Grandsons of Norway Take Pride

A 17th of May salute

Grandsons of Norway and their sisters
flip through photographs.
And as they do they brim with Nordic pride.
Those snapshots trigger memories
of stories they have heard
and of the ones who told them who have died.

These proud descendants of the ones who
left their native land
determine to uphold their legacy.
These grandsons and granddaughters
of the immigrants that came
bear resemblance to their kin who crossed the sea.

In them we see the Vikings’ spirit
seeking out success
courageously exploring better ways.
And I am who I speak of
as I wave the red and blue
on the 17th of May and other days.

* My maternal grandfather immigrated from Norway in 1905. In writing this poem I salute his courage and ancestry.

The Mother of All Nurturers

A Mothers Day tribute; The Guilty is Set Free

The Mother of All Nurturers
A Mothers Day tribute

To the mother of all nurturers
I proudly tip my cap.
My mom is still the wind beneath my wings.
From the time I was a baby
she has whispered “Yes, you can!”
And so with words that rhyme, her praise I sing.

When those bullies on the playground
pushed me down or bruised my pride,
when I was cut and didn’t make the team,
my mother would remind me
that while feelings can be hurt
rejection isn’t always what it seems.

“When a door is closed,” my mom would say
“a window opens up.”
And “the nos of life prepare us to hear yes.
She would help me see that God’s at work
when I can?t see His hand
and that average is okay when it’s my best.

Mom would tell me I was gifted
long before I had a glimpse
of the talents I’d been given to succeed.
When the self-doubt demons stalked me,
my mother drove them out
and encouraged me to simply just believe.

Now the mother of all nurturers
needs nurturing herself.
Mom is struggling and longs to know she’s loved.
She forgets that I have called her
and misplaces cards I’ve sent
to remind her she’s the one I’m thinking of.

Lord, please help my little mother
as she drifts to sleep at night
to have dreams that celebrate her sense of worth.
May she also sense Your presence
and the comfort of Your peace.
Please sustain this one who’s nurtured me from birth.

The Guilty is Set Free
Alesson in redemption from the headlines

Though guilty,
he’s forgiven
of the debt he rightly owed.
A gracious judge has set the prisoner free.
The Law’s demand was satisfied.
His debt was paid in full.
That headline sounds
quite biblical to me.

A new birth
some might call it.
The old has passed away.
The prisoner is quite different through and through.
God’s grace means new beginnings.
What’s “amazing” can redeem
that ex-con in Missouri
(also you).

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2621377/Conrealious-Mike-Anderson-Missouri-father-released-jail-brought-13-years-late-credits-God-getting-family-this.html

A May Prayer

Do-able options for the coming month

May you discover in this month
that Easter’s not a day,
but rather it’s a way of life
by which faith learns to play!

May you experience the joy
just knowing Jesus lives!
May you not fear what’s still to come
but trust a God who gives.

May you determine to give thanks
for all that’s going right.
May you look past another’s wrong
so you’ll sleep well at night.

May you dust for God’s fingerprints
in all that springtime brings:
a flow’ring shrub, a fragrant rose,
the tune a songbird sings.

May you decide to make a friend
of someone you don’t know.
May you mend frayed relationships
although you cannot sew.

May you delight in getting fit
by walking every day.
May you eat what is good for you
and chart how much you weigh.

May you take time to talk to God
and then to contemplate
the ways the Lord has answered prayer
with “Yes” and “No” and “Wait!”

May you begin each day this month
by reading from God’s Word
and listening expectantly
for what the ancients heard.

May you unwrap each day as if
the present is a gift.
And may God’s presence grant you peace
and give your soul a lift.

Haunted by the Headlines

A post-Easter prayer

A jet goes down. A ferry sinks.
A semi hits a bus.
There’s a shooting at an Army base again.
A student stabs his classmates.
A landslide buries scores.
The headlines of the past month have been grim.

Their pain feels like Good Friday.
Why has God forsaken them?
The joy of Easter’s hidden in a tomb.
The fear of waiting nightmares
robs the weary of their sleep
as they brace to face the fiery breath of gloom.

Risen Christ, please hold the hurting
with Your wounded nail-pierced hands.
Having suffered, You can help the suffering.
May Your empathy and comfort
offer hope amid despair.
May Your presence prompt their broken hearts to sing.