Liberty’s Call

She calls U.S., Lady Liberty, not the goddess of Columbia or some fated novella from a pagan ritual, but the United States of America. She has been accosted, bruised, dirtied and berated perpetually as decades of disrepair and neglect left her ravaged by the wicked throngs of time. See there were supposed to be good men standing out before her, protecting, guiding, encouraging and tending to her wounds and future. They were deceived as are most men by the sirens of self service. Leaving post to serve a desire or two and finding it fulfilling in the moment leading to a total abandonment of commitment, duty and fealty of something beyond the leverage of actualization. They had abandoned her for better things when nothing greater than bringing Glory to the Gifts we were given exists. We fell, to slumber, dance, dream and sawdust, the product of our capitulation. Gathering handfuls that were blown away by a stiff breeze we realized the depth of our calamity as we came to sudden abrupt deadfall upon Reality’s Bottom.

Though time breeds decay as things crumble, swirl, fall apart and entropy toward the low points some sparks are bread anew. Change ensues and man is awoken to the mishap, regretting the loss of time dedicated to her keeping. Men remember courage, write down there stories of honor, glory and song, once again finding it useful to display character for no other purpose then to honor God. We reached up from the gutter, dropping handfuls of dust remember the solidity and solemnity of fealty to an ideal. Not a Queen but a Lady for whom we waited. Not a God but a gift so precious that each time we reflected upon her wonder we saw the face of God and remembered acutely the Love for each of us. Attending to her she once again stood before us adorned in purity, holiness and a reflection of the Light of Love which made her. Not just work or tasks but Love was spent to sustain her. That Love shone brightly from her gown and could be seen reflection could be readily seen in the smiling faces seeing her so well kept and sure. Our Lady, This God bestowed Freedom knew too keenly the benefits of wisdom and shouted them to us as we approached each obstacle. Calling us forward in courage and song, songs of valor, surrender and sacrifice for those worth Loving.

Where to now she says as we tire upon the ramparts of her defenses? We look alive and turn to corner to be greeted by the night watch and men renewed committed to relief of those who have fulfilled duty. We have gone no where My Lady. Only to be rested and prepared for our next watch as duty demands our service, to Life, To People, To Liberty and Freedom. We have not yet given all though we hope to never give it. Be assured that Liberty will always be purchased with our sweat and sacrifice. And when desperate times of the innocent require defense we shall rise to the call offering our lives to protect them as you stand there in reminder of that debt we have proudly born. Where to, on to the Future of a nation which cares where it is going taking the appropriate planning and steps of navigation to remain on solid ground and remain unchained by tyranny’s hand. We are the men who cannot live without freedom, so death is preferable to loss of that Sovereign duty to protect what we know is greater than self worship. A land, A free land where we may worship God, own some land, live from God’s Green Earth and give back to those living alongside.

We were not meant for quitting, capitulation or non commitment. We are not indifferent many but the few who have seen the inadequacies of mob living and have turned our hearts and heads to follow Liberty’s gaze. We are the men who gladly take up the rake, pen, axe and sword as needed to keep her safe and growing Free.  The best things are easily lost and having seen the end so keenly we have repented to self, God and Country that as long as breath finds home within our breast, Liberty shall wave Free to taste the coming winds of seasons change. We were made for this Land and she for U.S. We are the men of Liberty’s call, Patriot’s dying to live Free.

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