The Day

 The land is vast.

If upon the road I go today, well, the open road that spans my head should spin with delight.  For what sights I shall behold, with my eyes over the road, the open road.

Dreaming not of home, but the home land, that land of my ancestry, and the nature grand, the awesome builds.

For nothing comes out of nothing, nearly, in the world where I dream I shall dream is real, as real as this house, this porch, this tree, this lake - this road.

Awesome is the world we make, even greater the grand Nature that houses our little house.  The Maison of lit networks, the grids of light those little photons and wires and towers of electricity those tiny electrons that amass and transit by the billions and billions.  For where shall we go but home always on our return home.  Even where we gaze onwards, and outwards, and ay Upwards, we shall find in our heart the deep dreams rooted in always in our forever home.

The traverse is great, for what are we, we little creatures of the day, the night, the moment and that Eternity.  Under God we all live.  A woman said, you can Know God in your heart.  Where did the heartbreaks go that dimmed and darkened that broke and shattered, when in the light we rise and rising by the small elevation we are lighter and dump the small events of heartbreak.

With courage we rise, in fear we fly, we are no small creatures, but the greatest - in landing we laugh.  we are no small creatures but the greatest - of rationality and love, of cheer and genius - small minds shall not defeat, for it is rescue they need.  And so seeking on the way lost in the darkness.  We too must muster the courage to stand our ground.

Nobody dares accuse us of a miniscule spirit for in victory and peace this country was raised and won and is now today rising.