Freedom is a noun, a concept, a state of mind, an achievement,
even a disaster, when spun out of control for evil purposes. As a
state sought for and desired, it is evoked in poetry, oratory and
on the battlefield. It is called for with brilliance by patriots and
as a callow pretense in the politics of others.
The freedom to vote, freedom to choose, freedom to plan,
freedom to dare, and even the freedom to compose and to create
are eagerly sought for in small towns and in cities, on the streets
in our own country, on the field of battle in Ukraine, in villages
in Africa, in countries like Venezuela and whereever people feel
oppressed.
When achieved we celebrate; when it dies in defeat at the ballot
box or on the battlefield, we mourn; but the spirit is spawned
within our very DNA. It is alive and breathing in our politics, on
editorial pages, and strived for in daily endeavors. We rejoice in
its achievement or mourn for its failure, but the spirit of freedom
is unquenchable and rises, ever, like the phoenix, out of despair.
On election day it will be abroad in the hearts and votes of people
who go to the ballot box. If we act together, as speeches implore
us to do, it may breathe free and soar on election day as the ballots
are freely and fairly counted. May it be so.
Creative Credits
- Written by
- Elaine Madsen
- Photography
- Brian - stock.adobe.com
