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Mother America


Through the swirling dust of destruction the light of unity cuts through with our humanity and love for those lost.

From the ashes of our fallen heroes we rise as a nation like the Phoenix. Left in the mighty wake of our resolve are the differences that once divided us. The color of our skin, the accent of our speech, the God we pray to, the way we express our love, or the size of our purse; tossed aside like so much garbage. Recycled into a common thread to be woven into a banner of justice.

The road is long and winds through mountainous terrain. Bathed in darkness and encased in misguided hate, the evil cannot hide from our vigilance.

Armed with pain and fear, and hiding behind the rhetoric of misread scripture, and wearing the transparent cloak of worship to a God that loves them despite their misguided ugliness.
They know not what they do.
They know not what they do.

But the noble eagle sees them. We do know what they do, what they have done. We are hurt but we are not afraid. And the scales of justice will weigh upon them.

Sailing on an ocean of freedom, courage billows in our sails, despite the falling rain. We pursue.

So together we will heal her. Together we comprise her and sustain her like life`s blood. As we mourn and pray and gape at her still bleeding wound, we must breathe and take a moment. Never forgetting, we must turn away from the hurt and look out. Look out and realize that the symbol of liberty stands tall at the gateway to the Republic.


The shining light burns bright for our mother America




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