Statue of Liberty || a poem

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,

to walk in liberty.

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.

 Galatians 5:1, 13

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