On Being Free

Somewhere in the vast expanse of

Earth, air, sea and sky

The fires born of freedom soar

And beg to question why.

 

And banners wave as flags unfurl

And anthems waft the air

As those who paid the price

Are eulogized with loving care.

 

The faithful find her favor

As the doubters weigh her fate,

While the soft sweet song of freedom

Lays her feast upon my plate.

 

And grateful for her kindness, 

And thankful for her grace,

And longing for her loving smile

To bless the human race;

 

To fill every corner with her light

And issue her decree, to

Give every heart a moment

To reflect

                  On being free.