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WORDS FROM A BUCK PRIVATE

Today my heart fluttered with joy!

I was privileged to read words written over a hundred years ago.

It was not from a history book but from my father

Stationed in France during World War 1

He penned letters to his older brother.

He spoke of his love for his country and the farming practices of the French farmer.

The stark reality of nail fashioned boots

The gas masks he was forced to wear

The muddy miserable marches on foreign soil

Reminding me of a DEMOCRACY he was willing to die for!

Holding his dog tags in my hands

Relishing his beautiful handwriting

Beautiful heartfelt reminders of love of country, family

and a homeland of freedom!

Never

Never in a million years

Did I think. . .

 

Books could be banned in the USA

A woman’s body would be the subject of political campaign

The desecration of our nation’s capitol would be condoned by any American

 Loyalty to the constitution by government officials wouldn’t be required

The military service of an American would be dishonored

A convicted felon could run for President of the USA

Never in a million years

Not in my country!

 

 

 

 

LENT REFLECTION

The wilderness within –

That place where I am totally alone.

I was there once or twice or more.

A  place where there is no light:

Only darkness and the cold of the marbled stone.

I do not return to that emptiness.

I have found that wilderness only exists

when I am separated from the God of eternal light.

I do not travel that path!

I am searching today for the verse that lights my path when I am

Tempted  by fear to fall into darkness and abyss!

My mantra-

The Lords Prayer – Hail Mary full of Grace – The 23rd Psalm

But there is more

One word that lights my way and shields my longing for my inward demon.

 I search and I search but I find the train of thought always leads me to

LOVE:

MY CHILDREN

MY GRANDSONS

MY GRANDDAUGHTERS

THE INNOCENCE OF MY GREAT GRANDSON!

The lights of their love provide the comfort I seek!

No more wilderness

Only a forest of full of Life!

 

SIXTY THREE

‘‘Twas a cold wintry day

When I donned a blue wintry suit

You in your soldier uniform

Stood before friends and family-

Just children acting out!

How blessed were we to run the race

And win the prize of three golden living beings!

The curtain is half closed

The golden lessons continue their loving mission.

‘‘Twas sixty one and crowning sixty three!