*This is the last poem Rit sent me. 
gratitude

 

Life is not always easy:

But I thank God for the mountains I must climb

And the power He gave me to scale them;

the frightening dangers I had to face

and the strength he provided to overcome them.

Life is not easy:

I thank the Lord for adversities in life

That forced me to use gifts that He gave me;

For the road blocks in my path ahead

Which caused me to use my mind to avoid or remove them

If we had no droughts, would we fully appreciate the rain?

Do not floods cause us to drop to our knees; then appreciate the sun?

Warming Spring that melts ice and snow elates us,

As the dawn dispels gloomy night and births, a new day.

The wise God knew that to appreciate Heaven,

We must journey through earth’s “Yeahs” and “ Nays”

Life isn’t easy.

But thank God for the trip.

© Roland W. Anderson

Dear Trevor and Dylan,

Since you are leaders, please consider starting a youth movement: KAG (Kids against Guns) by organizing school KAG clubs that parade on schoolgrounds, and invite other schools to join.

Nothing would work better to control the gun mania than to get kids to throw away their toy guns, pile them up for parents to see, and plead with their parents to destroy any guns that they own.

Teens turned the nation around in the 60’s and could do it is 2014….and YOU could start the whole movement.

I have a lot of faith in you.
Love, Pop

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The Tea Party which marked our nation’s rise has caused its fall.

America once lauded everywhere is now being scorned by all.

They’vee twisted free speech. Now hear our straight talk and call:

“Vamoose Tea Part, Vamoose.”

Once,  free people were grateful and honored your historic name

You stood for purity, unity and brought our nation world fame,

But now your hateful divisiveness has brought our country shame.

“Vamoose Tea Party,  vamoose.”

You radical terrorists  tried to bring our President to his knees,

Brought our Congress to a standstill, and our Nation to a freeze,

Return home and join your wealthy backers, but please, please,

“Vamoose Tea Party, Vamoose.”

 Millions want Obamacare,  a UNITED States, and national pride,

A market  reflecting strength, congressmen who march side by side,

And a country who listens when its weakest member has cried

So

“Vamoose Tea Party,  Vamoose.”

© Roland W. Anderson

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Why must we march your way or my way, and not stride  arm in arm?

Why must I doubt you and you doubt me, believing we  wish to harm?

Should history’s hateful biases continue to block a safe tomorrow’s way?

Should doubts of each other’s purposes destroy our best hopes for today?

Perhaps it was not my words nor yours that set a new stage for peace.

Perhaps it was not my avarice nor yours that may cause a war to cease.

Perhaps great God grew weary of us and decided to step in: to intervene,

And opened the door in brand new ways that nations have never seen.

 Perhaps it is not each other we should  trust, but  to place our faith in Him

Hoping He has a brand new peaceful plan that He knows He will begin.

This I know: I’ll not trust men nor bombs nor guns to produce hope and joy

I’ll not believe that it will be a brain child of some country’s glib envoy

Our country’s trust for centuries has been to trust in faithful God above.

Perhaps the time has come to turn back the clock and again try His love.

© Roland W. Anderson

forsaleWhy do history professors enjoy burying deeds with dirt?

Like branding great heroes by reporting they chased a skirt

Presidents are targets of their biased, cruel , ugly, games                                                         Senators and Reps are losing their earned good names.

Like a jealous dwarf finds pleasure in cutting giants down

The loser likes making an achiever appear as a clown.

Little men whose deeds are nil, relish getting us to sneer

At leaders whose accomplishments they want to smear

Cub reporters loved showing a general’s driver- affair

And one president’s burlesque theater’s balcony chair.

The Peace Corpse is buried in a bedroom of a star of the stage

A debtless nation is eclipsed by the antics of chasing a page.

There is no end to how the great are interred by filthy smut

If one catches and reports  great men kissing, or patting a butt/

Let’s give credit, where credit is due, label those who plant evil seed

Bury the dirt slinger deep, and honor the great for his noble deed.

Let”s esteem those who cut through brush to break new ground

Who suffer rumors, pain, and weariness without a sound.

So professors, please focus our attention thoughts and mind

On hero’s thoughtful achievements which  benefit mankind.

© Roland W. Anderson

What is truth?

A naked fact: stark and cold?

Or should it be clothed

By all the emotion

To which it gives birth?

A fact recalls memories

That warm or freeze,

Weary or excite.

So,

What is truth?

Not just hard frigid fact

But a vibrant, pregnant fugue.

© Roland W. Anderson, 2005

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Goodbye, goodbye, my dear, dear friend.

Whose life you lived to cure and heal

Whose brain you trained to search and mend

Whose skillful writing did always reveal

It was your heart that drove you to spend

Your life for others.

Your friendship was a precious gift.

Your prodding caused needed change,

Your actions gave allies a buoyant lift.

To you no subject was ever strange,

You always kept cool, were seldom miffed,

And you were ever there for others.

Thanks for friendship shared with me

Which I will cherish in my heart,

And when this life from you will flee

I’m sure rich mem’ries will impart

You paved great roads which set us free

To live our lives for others.

© Roland W. Anderson

TV and admen sure made the airwaves impure

I pray you escaped, or if infected, found a cure

So your vote was thoughtful, helpful and sure.

The phone spoiled each nap with a viral infection

As someone boringly voiced his biased selection

Of some stranger running in the coming election.

It’s all over, but the dirty, stinking stench still lingers.

Diseases carried on checks from billionaire’s fingers

Still poison our nation like hornet’s cruel stingers.

Let’s purify the way we chose leaders of great note

And prohibit money from buying ads and the vote.

To keep our country moving, buoyant and afloat.

© Roland W. Anderson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Watching and reading the daily news filled with stories of deep divisions between people and countries, I have asked myself—Will we ever be able to overcome the chasms that divide us? After giving this a great deal of thought, I believe at least part of the answer lies in the simple recognition that we need each other.

I need you, neighbors in China, India, Japan, Ghana, Kenya, Brazil, Mexico, France, Israel, Spain, Syria, Palestine, Australia—and every other country.  I grew up, was educated and have lived my 92 years in the United States of America.  I am proud of its history, accomplishments and its people.  At the same time, we know so little about your particular language, economy, culture and history. I long to learn more about you because I believe you have much to contribute to the family of nations that would enrich us all, and I covet that enrichment for America.  I also believe there is much about our life in the United States that you would appreciate if you knew about it.  I am eager to share and to have you share with me.  I need you.

I need you, Mr. Republican.  I’ve been a Democrat ever since Franklin Roosevelt won me over.  I’m “dyed in the wool,” so to speak.  I am convinced that my religious faith requires that I care about the poor and listen to the ordinary person more than I listen to the rich and important.  I believe Democrats stand for that.   I am equally convinced that your faith has led you to your Republican ideas and view of life.  I’ve been so focused on Democratic ways of thinking that I need to pause and learn from Republicans.  So let us open our minds and hearts to each other.  I need you.

I need you, Ms. Roman Catholic, Mr. Lutheran, Mrs. Pentecostal . . . and Christians of all stripes.  I was reared in a Presbyterian home, graduated from a Presbyterian college and seminary—I’m a Calvinist through and through.  As a youth, I was taught that you are wrong and that my beliefs are right.  As an adult, I want to learn what God has revealed to you.  I am certain that your experience can increase the breadth of my faith, and maybe I have something to contribute to yours.  We will never know this while we are apart.  So let’s get together.  I need you.

I need you, believers who are Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Animist . . . and of all faiths.

I suspect you feel the same need for God’s love as do I.  We have so much to learn from each other’s religious beliefs and to learn about each other.  We are starving ourselves when we should be feasting on our knowledge of one another and our mutual efforts to be faithful to God.  Let’s share the sameness and differences—but let’s share.  I need you.

I need you Ms. Atheist, Mrs. Agnostic, Mr. “Disbeliever.”  We have treated each other with suspicion and disdain for too long.  If I discover why you doubt or deny the existence of God, it may make me reexamine my faith.  If you discover why I believe in God, you might reexamine yours.  In either case, it will open our minds to each other and give us a new appreciation for how others view things.  I need you.

My need for knowledge requires that I search for truth—not only as I have learned it, but from others as they have learned it.  I talk a lot because I am eager to share the rich experience of my years.  However, I also listen a lot because I want to feed on the rich experiences of the lives of others.  So I need you!

It sounds idealistic to believe that we will be able to listen to each other when wars continue to divide our world and when the two political parties in the United States build a wall down the aisle of Congress even as my own Presbyterian denomination wages bitter debates over social issues.

Has there ever been a more urgent time than now to put aside our differences in order to gain the benefits available to us from one another’s religious, philosophical and political viewpoints!  I need you.  We need each other!

© Roland W. Anderson

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I don’t understand why states bordering the Gulf of Mexico

who direly need help after being battered by hurricane rains and wind

elect legislators who fight a strong central government needed to aid it

And the revenues to support it.

I don’t understand why those  suffering from drought

Who need federal funds to assist them

Want to weaken Washington and lower taxes

I don’t understand why our citizens won’t realize

That it is our wars that have caused the huge deficit,

Not our programs to help the needy and secure each citizen.

I don’t understand that Americans blessed with financial success

Do not empathize with those who are not so blessed,

And provide revenues for programs that lift those less fortunate.

Shouldn’t  we support fellow citizens in trouble?

Don’t we need a strong government, functioning for ALL of us?

I love my family and work hard to support it.

I love my country and am willing to work hard to support it

I don’t understand why those who have all the blessings

This nation has to offer

Are so  unwilling to support a larger government for our larger population

And pay their fair share.

I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND.

© Roland W. Anderson