by Gayle Plato
When we were all kids, teenagers wanting to gulp down the cup of life, we all longed for love. Hearts beat with a passion for the unknown and a sense of self. We want to find love because there’s a moral imperative to know who we are. Love is a shining light peering in to the holy alliance of a higher power, personal moral righting, and one’s earthly purpose.
Hopefully God blesses each of us with Love’s window into the soul. As we mature, there is realism that Love is more than a desire for a significant other. Love’s beam of light through the window splits into a fractal of prismatic color. We learn to love in the abstract. Soldiers talk of the moment, when on foreign soil, a deep ache, a want for America swells. There’s no place like home, and that love of one’s country is a mature love. Our love of God twinkles like a star on any given day, but can super nova in bursting awe as we see our newborn, during a personal epiphany, or even in quiet prayer.
Love of Liberty comes to each American, with Godspeed and deep regard. Sadly, it takes her threatened fate to awaken a protective love for Liberty. So are we organizing at these rallies, tea party protests, town halls, and coffee chats with like minds because some big head told us so? NO. Passion of this level cannot be conjured or bought. Whoring feigned devotion does not play with conservative souls. When we give of our time, our hearts, our good names, we know what we give. Our word means something.
Liberty is not for sale no more than love can be bought. You can manufacture mourners, or pay goons for a beat down. You can buy trophy tarts or roll cause-induced celebrity cheerleaders on the liberal Astroturf. Liberty is free for all true of heart, but she is not cheap.
Our Child Liberty is at-risk and the conservative souls feel you coming like registered predators released from the slammer. Get this straight- our Child Liberty stands safely behind every single parent of freedom. We owe it to our forefathers, who passed custodial rights of Liberty on, to stand beside her, and guide through the night with the light from above.
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