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A Light Hangs in a Church
repost of a piece lost during an upgrade. Original post date September 1st, 2005
A light hangs in a church, a lone rider in the dark.
The call to liberty echoes through the night.
A patriot rises, laces his boots, puts on his coat, takes up his weapon and departs into the night, never to return.
A nation is born.
Church bells ring on Sunday morning.
The distant drone of airplane engines, the rumble of bombs.
The crushing of steel, the shredding of lives fills the air.
A patriot rises, laces his boots, puts on his coat, takes up his weapon and departs to the East and to the West, never to return.
A nation is defended.
A bright beautiful morning begins the new day, a bustling city of skyscrapers, a bristling seat of government, and quiet lush field.
The explosions of hatred, the sudden devastation of life, jolt the surreal awakening.
A patriot rises, laces his boots, puts on his coat, takes up his weapon and departs, never to return. A country is protected.
The patriot strives in a thankless employ.
They march on to the cadence of Liberty living and dieing for those who yearn to be free.
The cause of Liberty calls and the patriot rises up to answer, departing into the night of oppression to hasten the sunshine of freedom.
Time will not diminish the glory of their deeds, as we the free lift up our patriots in the chorus of Liberty. So they know, they will never be forgotten.
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