This constant tug of war will give way
to one side or another when the day is over. The push and pull, compels me to sway, back and forth in an era of uncertainty.
Once, upon the shores of this country,
did I stand in bold proclamation, hope for the huddled masses, seeking solace, countless gathered from overseas.
Now, as far as my eyes can see,
and as bright as my torch reveals, I search for an inkling of the truth, for which I stand upon this harbor.
Amber waves of grain cannot conceal,
the discontent across the land;
nor, can the majestic mountain ranges
inspire my children’s hearts to sing.
Instead, the voices of the populace
rise up in protest on the right and left;
a people, divided, falling prey to unity,
akin to tyranny on the horizon.
Bridge the divide,
between these two worlds; somehow close the distance, between us and them.
Pastel fluffy clouds, as I drive westward in flight; eagle captures sight.
If painted by an Ukiyoe artist,
the sky would appear to be closer,
to my recollection, than any words
that I may have to offer.
As if lifted upon eagle’s wings,
spring breeze soars through open windows.
My car slows down upon arrival;
the San Franciso Peaks tower majestically,
over this blessed day, replete with snowcaps.
Never before, have I had this sense of freedom; having left everything behind me, the new horizon seems endless. I digress, for this is but a moment in time, captured by the pen; yet, the actuality lives on. Having received a perpetual blessing, it seemed at the time; now, I realize that while memories like this never seem to fade, time continues to take its toll on my life. Still, nearby the peaks, sheltering in place, daily blessings are renewed like the cycle of the sunset and sunrise.
Confined, within these four walls;
yet, free to roam within my soul. No longer a cog on the wheel of life; my volition is guided from Above.
Wound up in my cocoon,
sheltered within my room. Nowhere to be found; yet, somewhere to be reborn.
Why do you drag your chains with you,
as if you are still not free? Entangled, by broken links with your past, yet, unencumbered, except for the weight, that bears down upon your soul.