These Flags

Field of Honor

These Flags
By David De Jong

How can we say thank you, to a stranger we’ve never met?
How can we demonstrate gratitude and never forget?
How can we embrace with comfort, the loved ones left behind?
How can we give meaningful compassion, to those assigned?

We shake the hand of a veteran every chance we get;
To tell them: “Thank you”, “God bless you”, “We will never forget”.
We work for solutions, contributions, our arms stretched out,
By taking their burdens, as our own, so they never doubt.

We hold those we know, to shed a tear, for those we do not.
We embrace their grief for our sake; in humble, somber, thought.
We stand for their honor, their dignity and self-respect.
We support their families, despising any neglect.

We hold them dear in our hearts, like they were our very own,
For they truly are brothers and sisters we’ve never known.
Just like those we know, that we have loved and that we have lost;
We remember and hold in honor, their ultimate cost.

That’s why these flags fly; with dignity, pride, significance,
Each one carefully placed, with loving hands and thankfulness.
For every man and woman of valor each represents,
May our hearts, our lives, reflect gratitude and reverence.

I Don’t Understand

dark-skies

I Don’t Understand

By David De Jong

We will protest and spend millions to save the whales, rightly so. Engage multiple conservation programs; to protect, protect at all cost, a given species. As a nation, we have and assumedly will continue to, pour billions upon billions to travel and explore space. To conquer the great unknown and search for life. Life, in a tiny microscopic organism. What a treasure! What a discovery!

Yet we fail to acknowledge the life that exists in the unborn, regardless of term. We give it varying scientific terms to make it less personal. We shrug it off as an “inconvenience” or a “mistake”. What if you, reading this text, had been labeled, a mistake. What if you, were just another fetus, just a clump of regret that thankfully could be dealt with: never to be bothered with again. Are you not a life, a human life?

Why is it ok to end the life of a fetus, a baby, but food crops are forced to die because a small fish in the irrigation canals is protected? A fish, a tiny fish! We place a higher priority on a fish than a human life. I love nature and all the natural beauty in this world and beyond, but we have it all wrong. As a Christian. I believe in God, His son, Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit and His saving grace. Even if I didn’t have that faith, those beliefs: life, human life, would still be precious. Whether that life is 105 years old living in a nursing home, or that life is a mere few days beyond conception. It is a life; growing inside its mother, with features and attributes of that mother and its father. A life no different than you or me, yet unique to every other human being.

Tell a mother after losing her unborn child to a miscarriage or still birth, that the “thing” inside that died was not her child, her baby. Scheduling ultrasounds and doctor check-ups, with test after test ensuring; new, progressively growing life. Until, something goes wrong, horribly wrong and the baby dies. How can that baby die if it was not once alive? It had life, human life. There was a room planned for it. There were clothes, blankets, toys, all sorts of accessories, purchased for this child. There were names being picked, favorite names that this new little being would be called for the rest of his or her life. This child is no different, no different than a child waiting to be aborted.

We protest declaring “Black Lives Matter”, and they do, no questions about it. Yet some statistics show more unborn black babies are aborted than any other race. If that is true, why is that ok? Where is the outcry for those Black Lives? Do these lives only “matter” when it is convenient for those involved?

Have we become so desensitized that a human life is nothing but a disposable item? We abuse it, neglect it, anything but hold it in the high regard that was intended. Even our entertainment has become twisted stories of human mutilation. We will pay hard earned money to witness; rape, murder, death and destruction on the silver screen or on our own subscription service. We have become so cold to these atrocities. We don’t even bat an eye. It’s our way of unwinding. The bloodier, more violent, explosive, and abusive, it is; the more it’s discussed and watched. There was a night not long ago that I turned on the TV (regular network, antenna TV) and three different shows had the same theme during “prime” time. Some young woman was brutally assaulted, raped, killed and disposed of like she was rotten garbage. All three of these shows – have high ratings. What kind of sick, degenerated psychopaths, have we become? We have become no better than the Romans and their coliseums. We are no different than the pagans sacrificing their children to appease their gods. We have become our own gods. We want whatever we feel is right for us. It all belongs to us. It’s my life, my body, my decision, my right.

How can we camp in a tree to protect a bird and then say it’s my right to abort my child? When videos became public of baby fur seal harvests – the world was in an outrage. It was barbaric, in-humane and cruel. But, on the other hand; its ok to pull apart a baby while its “safe” in its mother’s womb. Now that was a breakthrough for women’s rights.

I understand shame and regret. I understand fear. I don’t understand how a mother-to-be could take the life of the child growing inside her. I don’t understand how a father of the child would allow the mother to go through with it. I don’t understand how we as a nation, as a society, as a human race, can allow other humans to take a human life, regardless their age.

It’s the age-old battle; good versus evil. Yes evil. Evil is what wants you and I, and the entire human race, destroyed any way it can. If you happen to be someone that has had an abortion or has been part of one, I don’t condemn you. I can’t. It’s not in my power to. If you have not already, I  would encourage you to ask God Almighty for forgiveness, for peace in His grace like only He can give. God cares for us and loves us, even if/when we hate him, regardless what we have done. For all of us there will come a time though, when He will say; this is the end of the road, you had your chance, from now on its too late. That end is eternity, where God will leave us alone forever, if we so choose, but it will be pure hell from then on. Not choosing, is a choice. Don’t wait.

We have lost all respect of life.
Life is to be celebrated.
Life is to be cherished.
Life is to be shared.

Last week – I wrote about working things out and trying to get along with each other, changing. This week – I’m poking the bear. Last Sunday was Sanctity of Life Sunday at out church and churches across the country. Recognizing the sanctity of all life. Yesterday was the Right to Life March. The older I get, the more I just cannot condone; abortion, suicide or any other ill treatment of life, human life. Thanks for reading my thoughts.

Take Care and God Bless……..

 

 

Changing

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Changing

By David De Jong

Tend a heart and plant a seed
Lend a hand to one in need
Grow a garden and share its fruit
No deed considered too minute

Take a walk in another’s shoes
Respectful of opposing views
Compromise without complacency
Strongly disagree respectfully

A change of heart a frame of mind
Consider passing change in kind
Kind to all we may meet and greet
Prepared to serve and wash their feet

Work with a purpose, with cheerful heart
Crafting quality in every part
No job or position too mundane
None too elite, to smirk or disdain

Hold on to the good, forgive the wrong
Soothe a soul with a comforting song
Care for the aged and treat them well
Learn the wisdom only they can tell

Honor and serve with humility
Giving all that live full dignity
No life is created, lived in vain
All life is precious and foreordained

Trust what is noble, true and right
Walking by faith and not by sight
Changing the world is simplicity
Changing the world – begins with me

Regardless the place, moment in time
May the grace of God complete this chime

This poem is an edited/lengthened version of the poem submitted to the site https://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/ and the perpetual prompt; “Prosper Peace Through Poems”. The theme being based on Philippians 4:8 Finally brothers whatever is true, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.

Take Me Back

Memorial Day

Take Me Back

By David De Jong

Take me back to Arlington
So I can thank them one by one
Row after row of sacrifice
Granite reflecting the sun

Take me back to the Arizona
Where she sleeps in slow decay
Seeping memories of valor
Till the last has passed away

Take me back to Omaha
Where the beach sands never end
Filtering foreign bravery
Bleeding selfless, heroic men

Take me back to Viet Nam
Bagdad, Kabul, and Kuwait
Okinawa, Midway Islands
Open seas, and narrow strait

Take me back to Lexington
Concord and Valley Forge
Where muskets and minutemen
Made freedom’s call begin

Take me back to the monuments
The halls, the walls, and the panes
May they rest in peace with honor
As we humbly read their names

Take me back to remember
So I’ll never let it rest
Their sacrifice for freedom
Deserves my ultimate best

What We Deserve

Caged Eagles

What We Deserve

By David De Jong

We’ve lost our freedom,
If we are intimidated from foreign soil.
We’ve failed at authority,
If we cannot uphold our laws,
We’ve given up liberty,
If we fear to walk our streets.
We’ve sacrificed life,
If we allow death to come before a birth.

There is blood on our land, on foreign beaches and seas.
So many graves consume our warriors of peace and liberty.
We scorn them, when we cower in silent contempt.
We neglect them, if we ignore what we could circumvent.

Our ways have changed so fast we’re lost in the spin.
We’ve learned to spin our ways to our selfish whims.
Our moral compass has been shredded and thrown away,
In exchange for what we believe, to be a better, fuller life.

While our children are massacred in the womb and in their schools.
While our marriages are laughed at, broken and spoiled.
While love is spoken in our words but forgotten in its truths.
While everyone asks – what will this world come to?

Unless this world will come to a baby;
A baby in a manger,
A lowly manger in a barnyard,
With all the smells and sounds of life.
This baby that was not wanted,
That came at an inopportune time.
This baby, is the only hope for our world;
Not just our family
Not just our country
But the entire past,
Present and future.

Unless our world comes to this baby,
Celebrated at this Christmas time,
Hell will take over
And give us
What we deserve.

Thank God for Our Veterans

God Bless America Chime

Thank God for Our Veterans

By David De Jong

Thank God for our Veterans,
Present young and old.
All their hidden stories,
Too burdened to be told.

Years embarked in service,
Forgotten by their land.
Suffering for our benefit,
Ensuring freedom’s stand.

Uncharted desolate worlds,
Deserts of blistered hell.
Zero-hour missions,
Remembered, never to tell.

Thank God for our Veterans,
Their service, given with pride.
Longed for by their loves ones,
We continue, life in stride.

Freedom taken for granted,
While distant battles burn.
Oblivious, ignorant;
To our heroes’ due return.

First in line to sacrifice,
Taking it to the mats.
Last receiving care that’s due,
Lost by stupid bureaucrats.

They humbly fight for us;
We need to fight for them.
To ignore their plight in life,
We commit a grievous sin.

Please join in giving honor,
Gratitude, and outstretched hand.
Thanking God and our Veterans,
For the freedoms in our land.

Grateful

Grateful

By David De Jong

I see a banner flash with the fireworks light,
Just as it did during that courageous night.
Our banner waves over this land of the free,
Over mountains, across the plains, from sea to sea.

As we watch the fireworks and its bursting light,
Our brave soldiers protect its enduring flight.
Boots on the beach, jungle floor, or desert mount,
Each stands for freedom’s call, full measure, full count.

We love them; we pray for them, we miss them so.
With pride, we bless them in honor, as they go.
We stand with their loved ones praying for safe return.
Grateful for a freedom, others fought to earn.