The Calm Before the Storm

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There is a hush and a calm across our land. It portends the coming storm that the waves of discontent and the winds of impatience have sowed in the disenchanted hearts and minds of a reluctant and exhausted nation.

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

By Al Garcia

There is a hush and a calm across our land.  It portends the coming storm that the waves of discontent and the winds of impatience have sowed in the disenchanted hearts and minds of a reluctant and exhausted nation. 

I see a new landscape of barren and empty fields where once amber grains of wheat once grew.  I hear the fading echo of our freedom’s bell, and watch and listen to the threating and growing rhetoric of rocket’s red glare and bombs bursting in air.  I feel the despondency of the passing days, as my eyes wake and catch the gleam of the morning’s first beam, deflecting the shadows that darken the breaking day.

Where are the heroes whose blood has washed out the sins of our fathers and the evils that lurk in the hearts and minds of those that dare provoke and rile the complacency of generations past and the tranquility of the quality of our existence.  The sight once etched into our American psyche of our star-spangled banner waving in triumph and proudly over the hallowed fields of stone and tears where lie the souls of the brave and bold, how hanging lifeless and hobbled, as a quiet and a calm descends over our land before the approaching storm.

Oh, to have seen and head the perilous approaching glare and din through the midst and shadows of deceit and duplicity.  Oh, to have felt the breeze of treachery o’er the towering mountains, or sensed the fitful blowing winds of betrayal across the valleys and the dales.  The serenity surrounding us deceiving.  Our trust obscuring the discernable.  Our complacency commandeered by patriotic imposters.  And now we wait and we wonder, how long may our star-spangled banner wave, o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

It is the calm before the storm, and no refuge can save us from the terror of flight, or from the fright and the gloom of the uncertainty that looms ahead.  No words disguised in patriotic color can make right the resounding and reverberating malevolent actions that challenge our freedom, our liberty and the truths that have set us free.  There is no return to the age of tyranny or the life of bondage or repression.

America, come back to me!  Let me praise once more the power that hath made and preserved us, and kept us free.  Return our power of faith and trust in the land that we love.  Return to us the eloquence of words that empowered us and inspired us.

May we see our star-spangled banner fly high and triumphant in the calm before the storm, and after the turbulent winds of discontent subside.


Submitted: June 02, 2021

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