I Used To Believe

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

I used to hear the sound of freedom permeate the atmosphere around me, like the natural winds before a summer’s rain. Refreshing, invigorating. comforting and reassuring.

I USED TO BELIEVE

By Al Garcia

I used to hear the sound of freedom permeate the atmosphere around me, like the natural winds before a summer’s rain.  Refreshing, invigorating. comforting and reassuring. 

I used to assume that I would never walk the dark and lonesome highways and byways of life alone, silent and dejected.  I assumed that all the struggles and efforts and toils of Americans long gone had fortified and enriched the character and the virtue of those of us entrusted with the American dream.  I had assumed that, like my father and his father before him, I too would pass the inalienable essence of freedom, decency and hope to the next generation of American romantics and dreamers.  I used to believe this to be true and an unspoken American rite of passage.  I used to believe. 

The blood and tears of unsung heroes ignites my passion and my rage, for I have seen and felt the pain and anguish that comes with carrying and holding high the torch that lights the path to freedom and liberty.  Duty.  Honor.  Fidelity.  Truth.  Words that define our heritage and our destiny as Americans, now simply words without heart and soul.  Yet, in the recesses of my mind I harbor a glimmer of all the forgotten lives and unrealized dreams of those who faded into the tide of time on battlefields and crimson-covered fields for words and promises that drowned the pain and the sorrow that would come, but now echo hollow and vain.  And I used to believe. 

The winds of change have come, stoked by flames of hatred and distrust that had withstood the march of time.  And we watch in awe and disbelief, and wonder when will the darkening clouds blow away?  When will honor, truth and duty re-emerge and take their place along the rays of sun that used to shed its light on us?  I used to believe.

I see the American spirit flailing and floundering on the very hallowed ground where liberty and justice rose up, and once flourished and thrived.  I see our patriot’s dreams beginning to fade, and I see the tears of our fallen heroes begin to dim the shining light of liberty.  I see the once beautiful spacious skies, and the amber waves of gran, now dark and withering in the wind.  And the purple mountain majesties, and the fruited plains, now disappearing into a darkness overtaking our land.  I used to believe.

I used to believe that once, God had shed his grace on us.  Now I have to ask, where art thou?  Do not abandon us in our hour of need.  For once, when I was young and had dreams to live, I used to believe.


Submitted: June 11, 2021

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