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What is the period of mourning
when a nation dies before our eyes?
Not in sudden cardiac arrest,
not like a slow cancer.
nor a natural aging
of its body politic.
But, like a chronic illness
which has worsened over time,
sometimes in remission
allowing hope to remain alive.
But, when death’s grip pries
the life from every cell
which protected a nation from demise
and its heartbeats accelerate
at a far too barbaric rate,
what then? How can hope survive
when our national freedom dies?
The violence, the bombs, the rubbled ruin
comes after the next election, I fear.
The election may save us from loss
of freedom, but at a cost.
Like Ukraine, we can take a nation back
by electing constitutional, loyal leaders
and set our enemies off to the side.
Like Ukraine, our enemies will regroup
and ferociously and physically attack
what they could not seize by stealth.
They will never let go of power and wealth
which we allowed them to take during this
DOGE-dealing, Heritage Foundation steal.
Courts may save us for a time.
But, be prepared.Everything is on the line.
And the mourning is ever-ceasing
for those who see the fate
of a nation which for too-long
embraced its power and its wealth,
and allowed itself to hate.
Slavery was our original sin and set the stage
for all the other hate and division
that has led to this time of fear and outrage.
How long is the mourning period for such a loss?
It has been my entire life; yet, my hope has endured.
But, my body senses death at my nation’s door.
And, I fear I simply cannot take it anymore.
What is the end to this period of mourning?
Every cell in the body politic is warning
that this nation, our beloved nation
may be close to its last breath.
MERRY CHRISTMAS 2024
Hope is the deep breath needed to sing Carols
heralding Jesus’ birth.
Hope is the breath first breathed into all living things.
Hope is the breath that softens
the hard contours of defended hearts.
Hope is the breath that soothes
the rough edges of fearful minds.
Hope is the breath that animates
the graceful move to gift our very selves.
Hope is the breath that lifts
the blindness of hateful eyes heavenward.
Hope is the breath that challenges
the world to dream of peaceful, new beginnings.
Hope is the breath that stores
the strength needed for moments when courage is needed.
Hope is the breath that brightens and enlightens
the darkness within each breathless soul.
Christmas is a time for deep breaths filled
with hope to face another moment, day, month, year.
Keep breathing is all that is required to fill
the world with Hope.
Each breath keeps Hope alive.
Merry Christmas with every breath taken
deeper in every way, every day
during the Jubilee Year of Hope.
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