Patriotism

PATRIOT

                                  Prayers to our maker;

                                    Allegiance to the nation;

                                    Trust in God;

                                    Religious freedom;

                                    Independent and free;

                                    Others envy;

                                    Treasures we have.

I wrote the above acrostic poem in 2002. The message still feels appropriate for 2020. What is an acrostic? If you read the first letter of each line vertically I spelled PATRIOT. I bolded to help you spot the letters. “Patriot” has been published in my religious-inspired chapbook God, My Greatest Love and also in my full collection Pastiche of Poetry, Volume II. Both are available at your favorite online outlets. God, My Greatest Love is currently on special with Amazon for $2.90 paperback and $4.99 for Kindle. The chapbook may make a nice gift to a Sunday school teacher, a favorite aunt, or a special friend.

Today more than ever I’m thinking about the patriotism in our nation. Is it stronger or weaker after the election? I don’t wish to get into the politics of who won or were the votes counted appropriately. You hear enough about that on the news channels.

Instead, I’m sharing what I pray each day. “Father, Son, Holy Ghost, Mother Mary, Angels and Spiritual Guides who are around us now and always, I pray that You will help our leaders make the best decisions for our wellbeing in accordance with Your will for the Highest Good of our nation, our inhabitants, and the world we share.”

Obviously, I’m a Christian. However, I recognize there are other religions that pray to a similarly benevolent entity with another name. If you want to change this prayer to fit your religion, I ask that you at least say something like:

“I pray that You will help our leaders make the best decisions for our wellbeing in accordance with Your will for the Highest Good of our nation, our inhabitants, and the world we share.”

Thank you for your caring spirit.

Best Wishes Always,

Rose Klix

Happy Thanksgiving!

One of my favorite Thanksgiving memories happened in 1974. My husband and our 2 sons – Scott and Erik – traveled to Rapid City, SD to my parent’s home.

The traditional meal was over for most all of us. Mom served our traditional fare – turkey with dressing, potatoes and gravy, sweet potatoes with melted marshmallows, hot rolls with butter, salad, pickles, olives, some green beans, vegetables, pumpkin pie with whipped cream. You probably recognize this fare with your own traditional table.

While I helped clear the table I noticed my 2- 1/2-year-old Erik still sat at the table with a smudge of whipped cream on his nose and upper lip. He grinned from ear to ear as he stared at all the food still in front of him. Sigh after satisfied sigh escaped from his lips. He seemed to just be savoring every eyeful of such a feast.

I’m forever grateful for those 2-1/2-years when I experienced this happy-go-lucky daredevil little boy. I know he’s in heaven, but I always miss him especially this time of year. I’m also grateful that my son Scott stayed with me to watch out for me on earth while Erik is far away.

Here’s the poem I published in my Pastiche of Poetry book, Volume II

Thanksgiving 1974

Erik sat at the end

of the six-foot dining table addition.

Whipped cream was out of tongue reach

on his chubby cheek.

His two-year-old eyes

catalogued all the dishes:

roasted turkey, mashed potatoes,

cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie.

He sighed, took a deep breath,

sighed again and again.

His eyes wanted more.

His tummy was tightly packed.

Everyone else finished and left.

He wouldn’t, or couldn’t, move,

but smiled at the celebration spread,

and sighed and sighed.

I hope you will save all your favorite memories of being with family and friends this year whether you are able to be with them due to COVID-19 or if they have passed into another peaceful place.

Best Wishes!

Rose Klix