From the first bright streaks of morning’s light,
To golden mid-day, to evening’s red, and night.
From the roaring storm with lightning strikes of fear and pain,
To the welcome pattering of soft shining silver pearls of rain,
From the depths of the Canyon Grand,
To the highest mountain’s snowy peak,
Embrace the wonder of this, our land.
We have what so many others seek.
In this land, the USA, each one is free
To speak, and sometimes rant and rave.
No one should be a victim meek,
And no should be another’s slave.
But don’t forget to have respect for the others’ points of view.
Slanderous words will reflect, and wreak their havoc upon you!
Some are easily misled by political deceit, greed and desire,
But don’t you slide into that quagmire, it’s a deep dark hole,
To rise above this awful curse, out of judgmental line of fire,
You need to listen to His Voice, right there within your soul.
Edward R. Close June 30, 2017