In the land of the free
And the home of the brave,
Fear and greed
Create the mind slave.

In what was believed
A land of abundance,
Writhes hate unrelieved
And lost moral compass.

Not the lost you may think,
Facade’s fake appearance;
Words and deed don’t sync,
Cognitive dissonance.

Against humanity
A legal crime
Political insanity
Time after time

Right is illegal.
Wrong wears the crown.
No longer an eagle.
Now an orange clown,

Playing the people
With words of false faith.
We’re called sheeple
Considered weak wraith.

We must together,
Stop vanity’s fight
From God’s aether
Let truth take flight.

Let compassion rule.
Let empathy drive.
Make justice true.
The spirit will thrive.

Take a stand.
Walk the talk.
Be peace in our land.
Make love the bedrock.

©️ 2019 lem

30 Day Writing Challenge – Days 8 & 9: Learning to Soar

Day 8 – What’s next?
Day 9 – How would your life be different if you were intentional about ___________?

I sat and considered, “What next?”
I was baffled and confused,
directionless and faltering.
Then, life happened
and I stopped thinking about it.

“Rolling with the punches;”
Taking life “one day at a time;”
Living “step by step,” and
“Putting one foot in front of the other,”
have been my mantras for survival.

Guess what? I have survived…my past, my life.
I’m good at surviving, but I am beyond just that.
I’m past these mantras. They’ve served me well.
They hinder me, now. They’re holding me back.
It’s time to learn new rhythms, new words.

What if I take a risk and choose to do
something more than get by?
What if I “step up and step out” and
“grab for the brass ring;”
“live each day by choice, not by chance?

How will my life be different if I
go beyond being “comfortably numb,”
adopt new mantras to live by, and
develop a, “new attitude?”
How can I affect a “change for the better?”

I can’t do this alone and, thankfully, I’m not.
The source of all life, light, and love resides in me.
What if I “seek first” to “watch, fight, and pray?”
What if I anchor myself throughout each day to
rest, walk, and hear by faith, mindful in each moment?

I will find new purpose, faith, and courage.
I will move through the self-doubt and fear.
I will head in a new direction, gaining
confidence along the way.
I will learn to “soar above the waves.”

©️2019 lem

Writing Prompt: Photo Challenge

In the midst of the stars
His hands with the scars

Encompass the world
Father’s breath, His Word

Our best gift from above
Holds us with greatest love

Whether you think it true
His healing love is for you

Father’s Day 2013: Healing the father wound

These were written about and are dedicated to three fathers in my life: my birth dad whom I found after a 39 1/2 year separation in 2010; my uncle who is only 15 years older than me and became my guardian when I was a troubled and deeply wounded 12 year old; and the father of my youngest child and who struggled in an uphill battle in a landslide life to be a father to my oldest children.

It’s so easy to criticize, judge, and condemn fathers (and mothers) who were unable to parent us in healthy and constructive ways or to be on the outside, looking in and deem a parent unfit.

The fact is that perfect love gets distorted, twisted, and filtered – often despite our deepest desires and truest intentions. I now understand, accept, forgive, and truly love each one – knowing each has done and is doing his best, even when it felt/feels worst.










Love them all. Let God sort it out


I grew up in Clint Eastwood’s Dirty Harry Era, back in the days when John Wayne was the cinematic epitome of “old school” manhood and gritty, gruff men like Charles Bronson were the questionably unquestioned good guys in their take no prisoners cop roles on the silver screen.

During this era, is probably when I first heard the phrase, “Kill ’em all. Let God sort ’em out.”

Sadly, this sentiment actually dates back to the 1200’s during the massacres of so-called heretics, back when the church was the governing political power in Europe. Basically, stating that it doesn’t matter if good and righteous people couldn’t be distinguished from the so-called heretics. Kill everyone as a potential source of heresy and when they were dead God would know His own.

800 years or so have passed and WE still think like this.

Whether it is about religion, guns, corporations, banks, assistance recipients, or those in the criminal justice systems. It is gender bias, national & tribal prejudice, and a myriad of other social injustices and inequalities. Teenagers vs adults, women vs men, LGBT vs straight, have nots vs haves.

We declare that people are selfish, ignorant, or uncaring and criticize their mistakes based on our assumptions are of who they appear to be to our naked eye. All because we were delayed or inconvenienced in our own personal pursuit of our personal desire or mission.

I believe the time has come to make a radical shift in our thoughts, our assumptions, our words and our actions. Especially if we claim to be Christians.

We proclaim the biblical declaration in John 3:16 that ” God so loved the world…” THE WORLD.

God loves the entire world and all who live, have ever lived, or will ever live. He doesn’t love evil, hateful, abusive, and murderous thought or action that may be in the hearts and minds of anyone, but He loves EVERYONE.

He had mercy on a brother killer as well as an adulterer who was also a manipulative abuser of power and a murderer by proxy. He included a woman who has been considered to be a prostitute into the lineage of the One whom many call Savior. He turned a narrow-minded religious zealot who persecuted and wrongfully killed many people because they came to believe in a different spiritual path to God.

I venture to suggest that if the people, who committed such heinous, hurtful, and unwholesome acts were redeemed and redirected into becoming people of faith and love, then we don’t get to decide who is beyond redemption. It is not our place to look at the crimes and errors in a person’s life and decide he or she is not worthy of love and compassion.

Certainly, we are within our rights to limit their ability to continue to do harm, if their actions indicate they are dangerous to others, especially those least able to defend themselves. However, do so without vicious hatred and contempt.

As difficult as it is, the law I chose to live by is the law of love. I have gotten it wrong and forgotten that directive a lot of times. Each time I have done so and spoken or acted out of my own woundedness and pain, I have caused more damage than I mitigated.

I have to remember and open myself to Divine Love in order to choose to act and speak in love to the people in my world whose words and actions cause me to want to withdraw in fear, hurt, disgust, embarrassment, anger, helplessness and discomfort. It is my job to love them all and let God sort them out.

The time has come to let go of human judgement and allow Divine Love: forgiveness, grace, compassion, empathy, reconciliation, faith, and hope to infuse and permeate the mind and heart and flow into constructive thought and action.

Hope in Reconciliation

I’m feeling a toxic burn
Eating away my mind, subsuming my soul
Kindling a bitter churn
Resentment toward the player of a role

Desperate to be a savior
To fill the inner chasm of despair and isolation
Grasping to savor
The love of another’s salvation

Judge and jury self-appointed
Weighed and measured me, deemed unworthy
Presented self-virtue anointed
Usurper of my loss by profligacy

Love and hope embattled
Tattered remains in transformative redemption
True love unrattled
Offers divine freedom of reconciliation