Our Flag

December 18, 2017

I looked at our flag flapping freely

Almost floating with Liberty as her

Pedestal. The sun shining on our

Flag like God shining down on

Jesus Christ.

So bright.

So beautiful.

So breathtaking.

I looked at my young, loving wife lying

On the bed. She squeezed my

Hand and said, “ Our flag will prosper

And shine throughout the land!”

I smiled and observed our flag flutter

Fearfully following Liberty’s dying light.

The stars jumped, twinkled, and sparkled,

Dancing about with menacing trouble

Above our flag.

So bright.

So beautiful.

So broken.

One by one, over 323 million suns

Began to strife. Brothers against

Brothers in a meaningless fight. One

By one, our brothers began to die off.

Brothers who forgot the reason to

Listen and love.

I wept and observed our flag torn and

Stained and dirty and limp. I screamed

Out to the suns to quit their fighting but

They kept on brawling and dying.

I wept.

I moaned.

I bawled.

As our flag laid her head on her bed,

Lifeless, my old, dying wife weakly

Squeezed my hand. I looked at her with blurred

Eyes and she told me, “ Husband, will our flag

Prosper and shine throughout the land?

Will the stars mend our flag?”

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