Poetry

CITIZEN OR AMBASSADOR?

Who’re you voting for?
Not voting, can’t.

Can’t, why?
Not a citizen.

Not a citizen?
No, citizenship’s in heaven.

Huh?
US may permit dual citizenship,
heaven doesn’t.

Jerry Harmon, October 24, 2016

 

VOICES, CHOICES

A mountain of rubble,
so stunning, surreal,
cries of vengeance
sorrow never more real.

The giant twins down,
3,000 dead, alone;
surely just recompense
could rightly atone.

The American emperor,
standing as lord,
shouted, “They’ll hear
from us soon!”
We were all in accord.

The “War on Terror
was then begun.
More death and destruction –
War ‘n’ Terror has won!


His voice was still
and so very small
(1 Kings 19:12),
it could hardly
be heard, if even at all
(Matt. 12:19).

Vengeance is mine,
he says, I will repay
(Deut. 32:35, Rom. 12:19, Heb.10:30).
Love your enemies,
for these do pray
(Matt. 5:44).

Peacemakers are blessed,
are sons just like me
(Matt. 5:9),
God’s house is their home;
they’ll be there with me
(John 14:1-3).


[So many voices,
demanding their due,
which to consider,
which to pursue?]

Those whose ears hear,
this is their choice
(Matt. 13:9),
for those are they
who hear his voice
(John 10:1-5, Rev. 13:8-10).

Jerry Harmon, December 31, 2015

 

ON THE LINE

Dying ship with heart of steel
Strain across sun-blue sea
Bend to wind you seldom feel
Launch your hawks of liberty.

Lay down bridges, barges, barracks and yards
Bomb, strafe and burn the day
Race cloud and smoke across the sky
What salted glory, be underway.

While centuries below sleek sweptback wing
No more is heard the children sing
For sirens wail over rubble walls
And there, on a corner, a temple falls.

Cold blue overhead
Squadrons in section
All silent now
Move for sea’s protection.

Aye, back to the ship
Gray dying mother
Keeper of saints and sinners
Together  all brothers. __

Tell me my Lady
Save not the cost
Was it for love of freedom
Your soul was lost?

This poem was written by my friend, Ron Lear, after he returned from service as a Navy A-4 Skyhawk pilot over Viet Nam in 1970. This was his way of coping with the evil in which he was forced to participate.