With the sun seeping through the window, I glance outside to take in the beauty of St. Augustine. Another beautiful place in this beautiful country of ours.
I think back to when it wasn't free. To the bloodshed, tears, battles, and fear. Not knowing what direction to take.
This is the past, present, and future.
As I picture the past, I hear the cries of battle. Like the swatting of a fly, the Spanish and the Natives were destroyed for this land.
"And then... SMASH! "It's guts now replaced what was the fly on the wall."
Our history.
So much death and destruction. Guns, anger, fire, disease.
But the hope to come is worth it.
The clouds drift by on the horizon, promising the coming of the Lord. They remind me of heaven.
The blue blanket that falls across this land hides the sorrow and terror of the past.
The future brings hope. Hope brings me joy. Comfort. Peace.
In history, our angels have always been there. They have provided us with hope. The hope of the future. The hope of freedom.
As I climb these steps, I don't loose hope.
These steps represent the journey of our land of the free. Always moving up. What happens when we reach the top? Do we have to go back down?
Hoping
Hoping
Hoping...
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