Places 36: America
This prophetic cry for our nation is as relevant today as when I wrote it in 1997. Revisions were few. I changed a few present tense verbs to past tense and updated a couple images and changed the ending to a prayer.
America — The U.S.A.
My country—land of shopping malls,
home of bubble gum and the Chicago Bulls—
you’ve changed the color of cloverleafs
from green to gray,
redefined my childhood’s words
for feeling good and dead and gay,
and sold the rest of Sabbath days.
My country—land of cell phones,
instant potatoes and silicon valleys—
your lotteries haven’t helped Johnny read,
inspired good deeds, fed all your families,
or guaranteed liberty.
My country—giver to the nations,
home of missionaries and the Marshall Plan—
you’ve captured and contained
giftings and pains from many lands,
giving back as richly as God has given you,
pressed down and overflowing.
My country, I love you—
My country, I’m afraid—
with fear of God, I pray‚
Sweet land, God waits.
I don’t know His yardsticks,
I can’t read His dates.
When our last lies have all been said,
and our last innocent blood’s been shed,
His patience over earth will end
Land of the free, home of the brave,
your borders are closing
to the tired, homeless, poor.*
They are rising up within.
Have we turned our ears off?
Erased repentance?
Denied sin?
Who knows—
if we cried out,
denied our pride,
might God delay His judgment day?
Lord! Help us pray—
speak tender mercy over men,
call multitudes to love again!
1997
The lines, “Your borders are closing/ To the tired, homeless, poor” is adapted from a poem engraved on a tablet in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty, “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus. In part it reads, “Give me your tired, your poor, /Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, / The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. / Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, / I lift my lamp beside the golden door.!”
6 Comments
Cara Severson
August 20, 2021A lovely and thought provoking poem. I enjoyed reading it aloud and hearing the rhythm as I read.
Ginny Emery
August 20, 2021Thank you, Cara.
Frank D Repp
August 21, 2021I see that I’m not the only one whose vision is darkening.
Ginny Emery
August 21, 2021Yes.While the dark looks to be getting darker, in places the light is getting brighter—like the parable of the wheat and the tares growing up together.
Joyce Pfitzinger
August 21, 2021Thanks, praying, sorrowing. Rejoicing with you. Love. Joyce
Ginny Emery
August 22, 2021Watching together, Joyce.