“Beautiful words become meaningless when the will to make them a reality does not exist.” -Micheal Payne
I was spending time creating a post which would have given you all so much life (see Everything), but in lieu of recent events I decided to switch it up and turn focus to a more serious topic -America. Of all the patriotic songs that we learned in elementary school, my favorite was “America the Beautiful” written by Katharine Lee Bates. This song is lyrically awesome, but are we living in the America that Bates once imagined? Police brutality, financial deficit, hate crimes, corruption, pollution. Hell, the heat in Dallas. I. Think. Not.
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain!
Over the years, the only things that have filled the skies are raised fists and large-size posters demanding justice. Both young and old have gathered, crying out for peace, yearning for understanding. Day after day another soul is indefinitely defeated, in a war they never declared. The weather always seems to be partly debatable with a 90% chance of yet another man’s blood bouncing off the concrete in terror. Sunny days are rare. And even in those moments of light, we complain. The mountains here stand tall, representing the largeness of life itself around us. But when was the last time you took a moment to simply appreciate the air you breathe and the life you live?
America! America! God shed his grace on thee
(My favorite line). Before any of us were ever born, God took his time to create life in such a country as diverse, inspiring, and good fortuned as this. America in itself is a gift. We are overwhelmed with resources that we ungratefully misuse and often times forget how privileged we are as a people. He has provided abundantly, but we still want more. We just have to have more; and speaking of more, we need Him now more than ever. We’ve been blessed in so many ways but we take it all for granted, until it is too little, too late. I could go on and on about this one but it speaks for itself. Read it twice.
And crown thy good with brotherhood
If only we lived in a country that valued this . We rather spend time belittling one another than helping the next man in his time of need. We hesitate to give the charity down the street a dollar, but raise thousands of dollars for people on the other side of the world without a second thought. Goodness is color blind. It sees not race, sexual orientation, nor gender- but more so the hopeless, the needy, the one praying for change. If I had a dollar for every time another man’s decision pissed off another here, I could raise minimum wage myself. Opinion isn’t always needed and we have to learn that. What ever happened to the land of the free and home of the brave? Or did I miss the fine print that stated, “Rules apply on a case by case basis”. Brave souls are taunted for speaking their truths. Innocent minds imprisoned by societal norms on a daily. Go out today and do a good deed- in your community. Enlighten another.
In summary, America needs healing… From sea to shining sea.
Keyword: restoration |ˌrestəˈrāSHən| : the action of returning something to a former owner, place, or condition
As much as I want us to be restored, was there ever a time in history that we actually were? Feel free to comment your opinion, because I’m curious. Every day we state that things must change, but are we assisting in getting to that change we want to see? If you want to see change, BE change. I mean, we live in a day and time that nothing will get better without it. Erroneous Twitter “journalists” and marches every other weekend won’t do the job alone. No, it starts much smaller, within you. I challenge you all to dig deeper and think more critically. Wake up and know things for your own benefit. Be a better neighbor, a better employee, a better person. Know when to lead and know when to stay in your lane. Find time to change the times. Be great America. Happy 4th.