Is There a Doctor in the House?

Poetical commentary on the current chaos on Capitol Hill

Is there a doctor in the House?
The Speaker’s lost his voice.
A rampant virus took its toll it seems.
The sickness underneath the Dome
cannot be simply masked.
What is at stake is our dear Uncle’s dreams.

What Sam envisioned long ago
(brave people living free)
has given way to states of blue and red.
The way we lived with differences
(through compromise and grace)
no longer is the norm by which we’re led.

The radicals on either side
have spread contagious germs.
We need a trained physician with great skill
to diagnose this grim disease
before it is too late.
The House reflects our nation (gravely ill).

Reflections on the State of Our Union

A painting of the U.S. Capitol Building by Elizabeth Roskam

The state of our union
is not what we’d like.
There’s growing division.
The dawn’s early light
has morphed into darkness
and shrouded our hope
that unity can be restored.

A Congress divided.
A White House beet-red
from classified docs
Biden wants put to bed.
And fears of recession
that won’t go away
just add to our growing despair.

There’re protests in cities.
Things aren’t black and white
when it comes to policing
and criminals’ rights.
The blindfold of Justice
needs to be retied
while those who are guilty are judged.

The Church is in conflict
over what Scripture means.
Are it’s teachings still timeless
or what culture deems?
Should preachers be silenced
from speaking their minds?
Has tolerance trumped what was truth?

Yes, the state of our union
is fragile at best.
There’s constant division and brewing unrest.
We need a revival of psyche and soul.
May God bless our nation again!

Saint Michael of Wheaton

Wheaton College alumnus Michael Gerson was a Presidential speech writer and syndicated columnist

Saint Michael of Wheaton
like Anselm and Paul
gifted words to those needing to speak.
With eloquent reason
and faith-grounded thought,
Michael strengthened the hopeful and weak.

He gave a Bush fire
that brilliantly burned
as the White House became holy ground.
And like Gershwin, Mike Gerson
made simple words sing
through his adjectives, adverbs and nouns.

And today we are grieving
the death of a man
who gave life through the columns he wrote.
Through Saint Michael of Wheaton,
Christ’s Kingdom has grown
by a journalist’s penchant for notes.

https://www.npr.org/2022/11/19/1137925730/opinion-remembering-mike-gerson-washington-post-columnist

https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2022/11/17/michael-gerson-speechwriter-post-dies/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Gerson

Life versus Love

A Supreme Court ruling has raised the bar of civil discourse

Lord of Life, Lord of Love,
whether we’re pro-life or pro-choice,
we’re amateurs
when it comes to disagreeing agreeably.
Help us learn to love our enemies as You taught.

Regardless of our views on when life begins,
may love begin anew each day
as we voice our opinions
without malice or spite.
May we resist attempts from either side
that would seek to abort
the spirit of Christ within us.

Protect us from killing one another
with words… or worse.

May Your Kingdom come.
May Your will be done
on earth as it is in Heaven.

Marking a Monarch’s Platinum Jubilee

Your Majesty, your Jubilee
now calls to mind your reign
that’s showered countless Brits with more than tea.
Your subjects curtsy and they bow
with homage in their hearts.
You represent their love of royalty.

God, Save the Queen”
they proudly sing as palace guards stand tall.
The lyrics of this anthem voice their prayer,
that God would guide your every step
and give to you long life,
that you might sense God’s presence everywhere.

Elizabeth, the world-at-large
now celebrates your rule.
Beyond your realm we recognize your face.
We are not blind to griefs you’ve known
or critics of The Crown.
But through it all, we marvel at your grace.

Your Majesty, we mark your reign
(three-score-and-ten grand years)
as flags fly high and banners are unfurled.
Your Jubilee provides a peek
at that for which we long…
real peace and oneness in our war-torn world.