Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
Begin each day with appreciation because this life you’re living is your own creation.
Christy Ann Martine (born 1972) is a Canadian writer who shares poetry and short stories.
Having the freedom to read and the freedom to choose is one of the best gifts my parents ever gave me.
How we handle our fears will determine where we go with the rest of our lives.
Judy Blume (born 1938) is an American writer who is best known for her children’s books and young adult novels.
I have never had a feeling politically that did not spring from the sentiments embodied in the Declaration of Independence. (Speech at Independence Hall in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on February 22, 1861, as Lincoln’s train made a scheduled stop while traveling to Washington, DC for his Inauguration)
This nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. (Final words of Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, given on November 19, 1863, when he spoke during the commemoration of the National Cemetery at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania)
From 2 Corinthians 3:17: “Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.”
Oceans of Father’s mercy
Flowing deep and wide
Replacing darkness with kindness
His eternal light, our guide
No mountain ever too high
Praising His glory
Entering Father’s safe fortress
His Word reveals our story
Calvary’s dark cross conquered
Viewing empty tomb
Looking to heavens, Christ risen
His grace spares life’s sinful doom
Eternity’s gate opened
Breaking evil’s chains
Following Jesus, freedom calls
His righteousness grabs life’s reins
Every precious life matters
Redeeming each heart
Nourishing with faith’s Living Bread
Father’s plan offers fresh start
From Galatians 5:1: “For freedom Christ has set us free. Stand firm, therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.”
Freedom is the oxygen without which science cannot breathe.
The products of modern science are not in themselves good or bad; it is the way they are used that determines their value.
David Sarnoff (1891-1971) was a Russian-born American business executive who played an important role in the early years of radio and television.
Receiving
God’s grace
Encountering His peace
Burdens given to Him
Freedom
Trouble
Seeking refuge
Father’s quiet grace
Forgiving sin’s heavy shame
Assurance
Christ’s
Healing love
Resurrecting broken heart
Journey of nurturing grace
Redemption
Bruised and battered
Early morn brawl
Knockout punch felt
Still standing tall
Battleships crushed
Many lives lost
Never forget
Bearing each cost
Nation rallies
Unites as one
Called to duty
Work to be done
Together now
Fortitude speaks
Country won’t pause
Week follows week
Liberty shines
Courage rises
Grieving each loss
Flag arises
Thankful for peace
Remember all
Let’s never rest
Freedom’s stonewall
This poem references images from World War II, from Pearl Harbor in 1941 to the final surrender in 1945. America’s Memorial Day is approaching (final Monday in the month of May). May we always remember the sacrifices of our military personnel in every war fought in this nation’s history.
Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same.
Ronald Reagan (1911-2004) was America’s 40th President. Years before he served his two terms of office as President (1980-1988), Reagan addressed the Republican National Convention in 1964. The above excerpt comes from his Freedom Speech.
Perpetual silence
Earthly life settles down
Thoughts taking vacation
Voices waiting to come around
Quietness tries to speak
Time scatters every voice
Silence wanders alone
Hours bringing little to rejoice
Another day, same drill
Silence opts to remain
Emptiness boarded up
Absent voices filling with pain
Fear overwhelms each voice
Better to retreat now
Silence covers landscape
Boldly taking one final bow
Silence can never win
Voices bring truth to share
Precious to hear each one
Freedom’s spirit removes despair
Every precious day
With another step taken—
Rhythm’s magic leads
Three strikes and you’re out
New inning, second chances—
Back in batter’s box
Feeling reclusive
Feeds introvert’s humbleness—
Autographing prose
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