For my beautiful home
She has sheltered me
Like mother and father should
She has raised me child wild and creative
She allowed me to imagine and speak
She gave me wings and dreams
The cost was rich, red, and river like
She is young and lovely still
She has much to learn; still naive
History tells of her blind eyes and sword drawn
She lifts her torch and stretches wide open arms
She is stiff necked and independent like the children
Who wandered for forty years and never bought new shoes
Her breasts rise in Colorado and the Appalachia
Her heart is scattered fifty places to the corners of the content
Perhaps she boasts too loudly
As the old hymn prays, I pray, too, today
May He confirm her soul in self control
And mend her every flaw
I pray for love and open ears
I pray for courage to stand the tests of time
I pray for guides for her and hers
Who will engender those benedictions of mine.
May she be blessed today, her Independence Day
With a rebirth of desire to also celebrate and be interdependent
May she celebrate loudly her freedoms
May those freedoms celebrated,
May they give her the opportunity to take
Her place among her siblings
Who share this one green blue sphere we all call home.
I love and lift my country to Your heart
I thank you for the blood spilt from shore to shore
And around this world on her behalf for me
Thank you for my country, my life, and liberties!
Filed under: Christianity, art, life, poetry on July 4th, 2008
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