A Melancholy Morning

…more perfect union, a land enriched with loyalty and respect.

July 1st, 1776Melancholy AM (2)

Finally! A day of peace. The air is still carrying the charred remains of lumber from burnt ships. Some water-logged pieces and materials are washing ashore from those who gave their all. But, through the stench and haze, the sun is trying to warm the spirits.

Standing on the beach, thanking God for my salvation, I ask only Him, where do we go from here? Turning about, soldiers carry a makeshift cot with remnants of friends that didn’t make it. A tiny town is shattered in the night, what was the purpose?? Moral support gives little hope to the vow of the foes who fight for this country.

Fragments scatter the hearts of so many that appear doomed from the night before. My first thought is, “though I walk in the shadows of death“, faceless images tell the story. Tears in my eyes, I turn to watch the water as the sun sparkles on it. Blocking out the hell and the nightmares in my mind, nothing seems possible. Life, now, should start again.

Chaos creates such a racket, as riders are coming, bearing arms with messages. Old, white haired men now give up the ghost and carry their pride back to their home. The turmoil is horrendous – children are screaming, holding their sobbing mother’s hand, as yet a quartet marches so diligently. I ask our Father, where is the mercy? Why must the innocent be so inflicted? A musket washes up on the shore now.

There up on the hill, tattered and bearing bloodstains from the gallant, is standing the remains of the proud, waving the threads of red, white and blue. Freedom from England at last! Like lost sheep, we are setting out to form a more perfect union, a land enriched with loyalty and respect.

2017 –

The place, today, that we call home, could never imagine the famine and despair those before us bared. I love this place! It might not be perfect but it’s mine. My parents, their parents, and those before, as well, gave their all so I could sit here quietly enjoying my morning brew. I’m so damn proud to be the one who stands and says, I’ve seen five wars in my lifetime! to enjoy?

I salute every one of those who gave their time for this privilege!      Happy 4th!  Fireworks

Author: Dana Bicks LLC, Author

What you are reading on my website is the result of a miracle from God. I am not a writer, though I am a messenger. God took a very dyslexic guy from Severna Park, Maryland, who never read or wrote a thing, and told me I was going to write messages to share with others. I do not have a degree, and English was my poorest subject. Trust me, it's only through God that I write. As you read, understand that we all have the ability to receive the gifts that Christ would like us to have, gifts from God. It happened to me, it can happen to you. Let God enter your soul and rule your spirit!

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