The Great Seal
E Pluribus Unum
Out of many, one
The National Motto
In God We Trust
In Deo Speramus Nobis
It is a new age
With fewer than half of Americans
Participating in organized religion
It is a new age
When polarity in our politics
Is the highest since our Civil War
If we only write the motto
On our money, and not our hearts
We easily become bankrupt
If we only seek unity
Without compromise
The only thing sealed is our fate
We live in an age
That revels in self
At the cost of unity
We live in an age
That revels in wealth
At the cost of faith
Poverty of Spirit and
Self-centered divisiveness
Are only symptoms of what plagues us
The lights are slowly dimming
From our city on a hill
And the eyes of the world are upon us
While a single candle glows faintly
Millions flickering together rival the sun
E Pluribus Unum
In times of troubles
Prepare against the worst by living for the best
In God we trust
In the reign of those who divide us
Focus on those that join us
Trust the greater good to unify us in spite of ourselves
In God We Trust
Out of the many, one
Final Call
You cannot be safe
If you never were safe.
This isn’t baseball,
But there is an umpire
To make the final call.
Seasonal
Evergreen and twinkling lights
Crispness in the evening air
The smell of baking from the kitchen —
The holidays are finally here
In a year of desperate struggle
Political theater and viral threat
At last, we’ve reached the season
Reminding us to not forget
That despite our current station
And the burdens on our mind
God’s intention from creation —
Peace on Earth, Goodwill for mankind!
A Dead Star
Hajis traveling, halted
To whet crows’ feet.
We’d grown too old
Squinting at the sun.
The pilgrimage made
Strangers bedfellows,
And marriages to a cause
If not each other.
But we spoke the same
Inarticulate tongue
That can only be
Transcribed by heartlight,
Illuminated by hands,
Onto the soft vellum,
Leaving indelible ink
On ephemeral skin.
Our love was a dead star,
Over before we knew it.
But it shone through us
Even after. Ever after.
Clara
She’ll always be
A Cross Creek Cat.
Seven pounds of pure will
She always had my back.