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Statue of Liberty || a poem
we walked the cobblestone
promenade of Liberty Walkway
with her torch before us
and behind, sunset beams leaking
through Jersey clouds.
where Ellis Island raises a
banner of freedom,
a million eyes can see from glass
work offices,
but she’s simply a New York
skyline.
how few feet approach the Hudson
to truly see Lady Liberty,
remaining content in skyscraper
distance.
but some souls did;
gazes looked upon her green
copper-tarnish,
sun glistening gold in her fire,
and the freedom tablet in her
left arm.
larger than life, truer too:
the
invitation to liberty for every traveler...
but one
must walk the promenade.
and in the deepest reality,
the walkway is a Person.
both in the Liberty statue
herself
and of another in her park of a
hero rescuer
– the
helpless on his shoulder –
i see Him in all
and invitation for us to join,
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Stand fast therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free, and do not be entangled again with a yoke of bondage...
For you, brethren, have been called to liberty; only do not use liberty as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another.
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