I have learned to accept the things I cannot change, to understand the things I can change, and the wisdom to know the difference. The scales are tipped heavily into un-changeble things. I am struggling to garner curative wisdom. The American flag is a symbol of national pride. Today the flag is steeped in darkness. It is sagging from the weight of the unfathomable.
Words from Simon and Garfunkle
Cathy, I’m lost, I said though I knew she was sleeping
And I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They’ve all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America
credit to Paul Simon and Art Garfunkle
I had a similar thought a few days ago. Driving through a small WA town, we saw a pickup with three huge flags on the back. In the middle was Old Glory. It was flanked by a flag that looked like the US flag, except all the Stars and Stripes were made up of AR15 rifles. The other flag, giant, black, depicting a huge hand giving the finger.