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It was a haggard time…

I can still feel it now.

The less I give it definition.

The less it felt sublime.

The more and more,

I relinquished to being refined.

Consequently what an auspicious day!

Unusual to ease further into a rare moment,

in the North…

where the dim winter’s sun washes away all sin.

A kind morning whereas…

the Methodist down on School street seemed giddy and right.

Where the refurbished steeple held promise and light.

I had grown too akin with the blackout ways.

Even the surface of things about my feet…

Assembled like untied shoe strings.

My small wooden world so far from heaven.

And,

yet,

a reckoning of being stoned.

An agreement to the elements given.

Maybe these elderly boots are far too broken in.

Way beyond repair to run.

But forever,

a constant state of ‘live free or die.’

Shiny steeple days a fundamental reason why.

Fortunate am I. To understand. To embrace freedom. To believe fully that we all can... Live Free or Die. Freedom means responsibility, and to live free means to have a greater responsibility to your community, your county, and your state. Each person has the choice to live free or die. Just as John Stark believed back in the day. The day...when the saying actually meant something!
Fortunate am I.
To understand…
To embrace my freedom…
To believe fully that we all can…
Live Free or Die.
Freedom means responsibility, and to live free means to have a greater responsibility to your community, your county, and your state. Each person has the choice to live free or die. Just as John Stark believed back in the day. The day…when the saying actually meant something!

 

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