For the lectionary poems for this Sunday or Palm Sunday, please page down to previous posts.
The Man in the Post Office
I cannot get the vision from my head,
A hat, on man, behind me in the line,
"Make America great again," it said.
I'd ask him, "What's not great? Can you define?"
But, sad and blank his face, no honoree,
And on his pocket, "Veteran," it said;
Hunched over, bearded and bedraggled, he,
Older than I, he's known his share of dread;
Who will embrace him as he faces death?
Perhaps he's stared at one too many graves;
I don't excuse; but something held my breath -
The love he needs is only what will save.
Scott L. Barton