Asking God to calm the storm

Florence, Katrina,
Andrew, Camille,
Harvey and Sandy (and more)
have ransacked our lives
with abusive intent
and left (in their wake) untold horror.

Their fast, spinning winds
and their strong, surging surf
have relentlessly heartlessly wrenched
the calm peace of mind
from these poor stressed-out souls
as they leave hapless victims all drenched.

O God, for the victims
of hurricanes’ wrath,
I pray for Your presence to calm.
Please rescue the missing
and heal those who grieve
with Your life-giving long-lasting balm.

A rhetorical question as the NFL season kicks off

Are we ready for some football?
Is the Pontiff Catholic?
Does our President like tweeting while we sleep?
Is the Queen still ruling Britain?
Are the Red Sox in first place?
Is an antidote for worry counting sheep?

Yes, of course, it’s time for kickoff.
Eight long months is long enough.
It is time to don our hometown gear with pride.
And despite the odds, we’re hopeful
that our team goes all the way.
A new season means luck might be on our side.

When the lifestyles of the rich and famous resemble ours

Aretha Franklin, Robin Leach
and John McCain have passed.
The rich and famous end their lives as we.
Regardless of possessions prized
or stock portfolios,
Death’s unimpressed by all celebrity.

The ground is level at the grave.
There are no perks at all.
No U-haul trailers trail behind a hearse.
We end our days like we began
with nothing in our hands
without regard for what’s within our purse.

For those quite wealthy or quite poor
and all those in between,
when Death arrives and knocks at our front door
what matters most is Who we know
and Who we most can trust
so that we need not fret at what’s in store.

An expression of thanks for a remarkable leader

Dear John,

Although I never met you, I want to thank you for your example. The flags that fly at half-staff today represent our full hearts. You taught us how to live and you showed us how to die.

You served our country courageously. In spite of what some may say, you were a war hero. The room service you endured in the Hanoi Hilton was unimaginable. I’m grateful you didn’t choose to leverage your personal privilege to gain an early release. I’m humbled by the fact you opted to continue suffering alongside your fellow POWs instead of taking advantage of that to which you were entitled. That selfless decision exposed your inner character.

Back at home you bravely found your place on the frontlines of conflict to fight for the freedoms of the forgotten and overlooked. With grace you fostered friendships with colleagues on both sides of the aisle. You bore in your body the wounds of war, but the stiffness of your arms did not prevent you from reaching out to those who viewed life differently. Even on the campaign trail, you embraced justice rather than cozying up to those who were only too-quick to flatter. You willingly defended your opponent as your own supporters falsely accused him. And even though you would eventually lose that election, you were a winner in my book.

On more than one occasion you acknowledged you were far-from-perfect. You owned your past mistakes aware of your regrets. Thank you for your willingness to be vulnerable. By admitting you were human, you became more approachable. Perhaps that’s why I feel close to you. Like you, I’m a sinner in need of a Savior. I’m less than I wish I was but grateful for the blessings of a gracious God.

Like you, John, I’m grateful for the privilege to live (and die) in the land of the free andthe home of the brave. Like you, I’m a proud American. And like you, I am too proud to simply stand by and turn a blind eye to what needs changing in a country we both love. Please rest in peace knowing that your example has inspired people like me to follow your lead and fight the good fight.

With gratitude,

Greg Asimakoupoulos

Life is more than just a game

Sorry! 
Life is more than a Trivial Pursuit.
It’s more than a roll of the Dice.
Any Dominoes
that Life is more than a game.
But it’s a Risk
that can find you in the Pit.
No one has a Clue
where Chutes and Ladders will land you.
And no one has a Monopoly
on Aggravation.
Life can leave you feeling Rummy.
Just ask any Old Maid.
But don’t Flinch!
Play the Cards you’ve been dealt
without worrying about what Trump might be.