The Sunday Scribblings prompt is “Change.”
I am euphoric! I am walking on air! When I saw that crowd - our rainbow race of multi-colored skins - go wild with joy to greet our bright young president-elect - a change happened inside of me. Let me explain.
When I was younger I was patriotic. I felt that I lived in the best country on earth. But through years that the U.S. government pursued arrogant policies of world domination and ill-conceived wars, that feeling eroded. I no longer swelled with pride at the sight of that star-spangled flag. And I felt the loss deeply, even as I worked to change my country in the direction that I wanted it to go.
Then Tuesday night happened. And a change happened in me. It was faith in the power of the American people to restore America, one person by one, to exercise the vote, to believe in democracy.
I voted for President Obama. I don’t know if he will fulfill my hopes, whether he will be a good president or a mediocre one. What I do know is that I saw the promise of change brought about by the work and dedication of the American people. And I was proud again to be an American. For too long I have not hung the stars and stripes because it was used by those who supported the war in Iraq. As we watched the glorious celebrations around the world on Tuesday night, I said to Otto, “Where is the American flag that we always used to put up on the fourth of July? I want to fly it again.”
On Wednesday I wrote and posted on my blog a new verse to “America, the Beautiful”.
I will quote it again here as I might quote another poet to illustrate my change of heart. (This explanation is to circumvent the admonition not to use an old post). Here it is:
O beautiful for rainbow race
for multicolored skin
for outside differences of face
where every voice is heard.
We pledge to heed
each anxious need
with deed and work and word.