Why no gratitude?

Not even a Thank You?

(by R.P.Edwards)

Gratitude in short supply

And with our gifts

We wonder why

For others paid

With pain and blood

To buy our rights

To stem the flood

To make a land

Where ALL can fly

Where stars are reached

By those who try

And yet a many

Upon the stand

They shame the past

They bite the hand

Forgetful children
Or never taught
They mock the treasure
That lives have wrought
And eat the feast
Of freedom's bloom
But in there heart
They have no room
And so we turn
As they despise
And leave their tantrum
Ever "I"!
And close the door
And wonder why
Why gratitude is

In short supply

It seems to be a regular occurrence; an aggrieved athlete for some reason upset with some aspect of the country (the current flavor: President Trump) so they choose to dishonor the blood bought land that gave them the opportunity for stardom and wealth, and kneel during the National Anthem.

Ho hum.

I get it that they're upset, but I don't get the broad-brush dissing that they insist on. Surely there's plenty of cameras and microphones available to make their case, but disrespect is their choice. And...I wonder why?

Well, part of the reason must be education. We simply don't teach respect as something of importance. And the next reason is the heart itself. That, however, is dealt with at an alter where kneeling (at least on the inside) is a must.

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Throwing stones

Stones

(by R.P.Edwards)

Casting stones

At founders, dead

For slaves they owned

For things they said

While we recline

Upon our bed

And dine on children

Cold and red...

A beautiful baby girl, making all those delightful newborn noises that one hears when allowed the privilege of being nearby. A granddaughter, over nine pounds, and with an enviable head of hair already. Lovely, delicate, precious, adorable, unique, and very much a person, crafted by the finger of God.

You know, I can tolerate a lot of nonsense from the left. Of course Socialism and the Green New Deal are bad ideas, but I could roll with them as the nation would invariably suffer, and decline, and ultimately reap the wretched harvest that results from inferior seed. And, of course, there are other areas of disagreement I'll save for another day (although I've covered them before, no doubt) but one issue comes to the forefront and it cannot be dismissed: abortion.

You see, abortion is murder; plain and simple. And the debased thought that unites the many who now vie for the executive pinnacle that because this "life" is dependent, or inconvenient, it's alright to kill; well, that mindset was birthed in hell and no matter the religious prattle that oozes from the lips of these aspirants their foundation is anchored in the very same gross error that once gave solace to the slave owner. Heaven help us if any of these are put in the captain's chair. And heaven help us again if the church doesn't finally rise up to declare, "Thus saith the Lord!" 

The poem continues:

...And when we die

And meet our fate

And get our due

For sin and hate

Our heirs, if any

Will read our tome

Then wipe a tear

And grab a stone 

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