July 18, 2016
Have you been distracted by the antics surrounding this year’s U.S. presidential election? I know too many people who are so fearful of different outcomes that they have trouble sleeping. Several bounced checks have alerted me that I am off kilter, also. The traditional choices are so repulsive it is hard to get one’s mind around them.
As a soothing balm for one’s troubled mind, I’ve noticed the ideology of historical phrases being repeated…”We, the People” is the most frequently used slogan.
Ideals, like sign posts, or the North Star are guiding forces- they are something to follow, as best as we can.
I missed a post for the Fourth of July, but I found this photograph of a student display from Worthington Hooker Middle School- where I deliver mail. The ideals of Liberty’s poem, “The New Colossus” written by Emma Lazarus are worth reviewing.
Unless we are Native Americans, we are all immigrants or descendants of immigrants…
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!