warped, crooked children
shine among them, stars!
Over my desk is a bust of ‘the young’ Abraham Lincoln.
Beardless if not young.
Next to it on the wall is a cast the life mask of Mr. Lincoln, made in April, 1860 that was the model for the bust.
Daily reminders of Lincoln that I see a lot more often than I see a penny these days.
I watch the political processes of today.
The sound bites.
In place of the best and the brightest, how has this pack of grumbling, arguing, warped, crooked children got themselves elected.
That’s the rub isn’t it?
Elected by us the voters.
Where are the candidates today?
The candidates who shine among them like stars?
Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
(I got today’s haiku verbiage from Philippians 2:14-16, Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky as you hold firmly to the word of life. And then I will be able to boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor in vain. (NIV ))