In homes where wealth
Is relabeled need,
And we think no one knows
We’ve simply redefined greed;
Our hearts grow colder,
Our hands serve slower,
And the songs of freedom are forgotten
By the descendents of those
Who built bonfires to light their way
In the new and unknown world.
“I love the early September leaves, dry at the tip, just beginning to brown and curl as the apples and pears bend the branches down and make it easier for small hands to grasp the treasure the leaves have been holding.”
“The middle of nowhere,” I say,
“And the center of everything.”
The place I’m always heading,
No matter how far I go.
“If there is work still undone in any of those areas then it is our work to do. On this Veteran’s Day I can’t help but feel that the best way to honor the men and women who sacrificed their lives, youth, bodies, and minds for the ideals of freedom, is to ensure that they didn’t sacrifice in vain.”
Choice, the capacity to utilize our free will, only happens when we have at least two options to choose between. Those who proclaim the all-encompassing importance of free choice, while condemning those who offer the opportunity to make a choice, or who take offense when an option they don’t want is offered to them, epitomize hypocrisy. They want the freedom to choose their path, but are ready to cast stones at those who offer or choose another. That’s not a defender of liberty. That’s a demagogue parading as a patriot.
ShareLittle Ethel: A Christmas Story of Faith and Family (From the book “Walking […]
To color his barrier to success and wealth With the threat of death.
To throw down his worst and call it my best. To claim equal if I Step down where he stands. Beneath me where he lives, Outside of Eden, That lone, cold man.
And reason bids me obey
The law-giving Jehovah,
With the exact obedience
Of the law-living Christ.
“It is my sincere hope that loyalty becomes a defining factor in our hearts and in our society. I see too much of separation, disinterest, and self-interest in the world. I see individuals who are so dedicated to their own progression and success that they forget that they are not solitary travelers in this world. I see people so hurt by the betrayal of false friends that they become afraid to offer loyalty again. But we must. We must reach sideways, regardless of rejection, again and again if necessary, until we become truly united in heart and mind.”
“I sing for the women who bled enough on their crops to feed nitrogen to hungry greens. Not enough each day to die only once, but enough over years to fill a family, a posterity, a Homeland.”