NEVER MORE WAR

NEVER MORE WAR… What pain drives men to suffer the pangs of war… too, send their best and brightest to stand before teh sword… too, bleed red the earth.  Where comes this driving force and its counsel to war… too war, in our streets and back yards, and living rooms where our children sit reading of the glory of man.  Shall we not suffer long for such a reproach before God…. too, drive our swords into the very heart of our brothers?

Where comes this silent killer of steal their innocence, too reap the tears of our daughters… and harvest the strength of our young men… War is not Civil so why call it civil war… War is not kind nor benevolent, it asks not whom it takes… it is death unleashed, a pale horse let loose upon a ripe field… It is a torrent an unholy wind come to harvest our better nature. Why then do we boast of it, making heroes of our dead, building monuments to its cruelty?

Some here would counsel it as a solution to the current divisions in our nation… others would embrace it as an expedient release for their fear and anger… while others calculate the profit in it.  Many, a fool has engaged in the futility of war… were death is always victorious and peace soon finds itself one more at war… a never ending cycle of man’s inhumanity toward his brother.

Let us find another route to settle our disputes… a better way to enjoy the fruit of the spirit and mankinds labor.  For war knows only the bitter cold of the grave and the empty dreams of the dead. Let is not more counsel our leaders… put it asunder, never more to call upon the bugles song, never more to hear the bark of cannon echo, or the cry of men as they lay dying upon the blood soaked Earth of their father’s heritage…never more, war.

By: Ronald A. Nelson

      COL. US Army (ret.)

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Dorothy and Toto Go to Washington…

Posted by Ronald A. Nelson Col.USA (Ret) on September 16, 2020 at 4:47am

Dorothy and Toto Go to Washington… to see the Wizard of Oz, a bedtime fantasy for political operatives.

Once upon a time, there was a Great City called Oz… and a Wizard of great renown lived in that city, promising abundance and safety from the people’s nemesis, the wicked witch of the West. All things were glorious and the city rested securely on the promises of the Wizard and his band of drummers… selling the lies and deceit of the Wizard… they soon ran afoul of the Wicked Witch of the West and her circus of flying monkeys.

It was in the year of our lord 2020… and calamity raged in all the land when a citizen of Kansas named Dorothy and her dog Toto suddenly found themselves the targets of the growing strife and the wizardry of a new dimension. A dimension of folly and fantasy, of judgment to come. Poor Dorothy became the victim of uncontrollable evil, uninvited calamity overtook her life and with a great wind… she awoke one day in the land of Oz, far, far, from her ancestral home… wondering where she was and what went wrong.  Questioning, how this could happen to her and Toto.

It was a very strange land… this land of Oz. Tinmen with no courage lived there, Lions spoke with a roar but no one listened, scare-crows filled the fields but the crows only laughed.  Dorothy was lost and needed help to find her way home… Thus entered the Lolly poops, agents of the Great Wizard of Oz, peddling their lies and deceit they sent Dorothy on a mission to find the City of Oz… promising her safe return home, if she simply followed the Yellow Brick Road. Little did Dorothy know how dangerous the journey would be, or of the calamity that awaited along the road of promise.

After many detours and trials… suffering depravity and in despair, Dorothy finally arrives at the Great City of Oz and obtains an audience with the Great Wizard of that renowned city… only to be deceived and disappointed again, as the Wizard pontificates from behind a curtain; promising to INVESTIGATE her circumstance, and that once he had all the facts… he would be able to return Dorothy and Toto to their ancestral home in Kansas.  But first, she needs to do something for the Wizard… she needs to slay that proverbial nemesis, the mythical dragon, alone… Dorothy must risk her life and those of her newfound friends, to save the Wizard’s bacon. She must stand between the Great and Powerful Wizard and the Wicked Witch of the West, and her circus of flying monkeys.

Yes, the great and powerful Wizard promised to send Dorothy and Toto home… to make them whole again. However, Dorothy must first secure his kingdom, from the Wicked Witch of the West… So, we find Dorothy dispatched on a fool’s mission, to take on a world in chaos and strife…too, risk her life to secure that of the Great Wizard of Oz and his kingdom. Thus, it is among despots and the wicked, who would consume the lives of others, too ensure their own success.

After a long and arduous campaign and much suffering, Dorothy finally finds and destroys the Wicked Witch of the West’s… and her flying circus of monkeys.  She then returns to the Great Wizard only to watch in dismay at being betrayed… as the Great Wizard abandons the City of Oz, to the Wicked Witch of the West’s sister and her circus of flying monkeys. When Dorthy called to the Great Wizard of Oz, he was nowhere to be found. The Wizard had skipped town… for a better, safer, and more secure place. The Wizard had loaded up his hot-air balloon and abandoned that great city to the Witch’s sister and her crew of flying monkeys.

Thank God, Dorthy had redeemed her Ruby Shoes from the local pawnbroker, and with two clicks of her heels… the nightmare was over. Dorothy and Toto were back in Kansas, safe from the wicked Witch and her sister, no longer under the phony spell of the Wizard and his band of lolly poops. Toto has a new bone to pick, and her Uncle Sam has a new house, a grand place, no longer threatened by the Wicked Witch or a victim of false hope. No more the target of cheap goods and services, peddled by the local drummer and his cronies. Dorothy has a new life, a new dress, and new friends… Her house is swept clean of the old and furnished with the new. And best of all, she can get her nails and hair done without being arrested.

I wish I could report that everyone lived happily ever after… but Dorothy’s physician warned her, that her nightmares would be reoccurring… if she failed to follow his orders, too drink her milk, take two aspirins at night and sleep with one eye open.  So it is in Oz today… as the citizen’s reel from the Great All Powerful Wizard of Oz… Knowing, next time it may not work out so well.

BY RA Nelson

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Now Faith Is…

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen… by faith our forefathers cleared a wilderness and conquered a continent, delivered their children from the hunger of the world, and established a new nation, where all men are at liberty to serve God by faith… Our faith is based on the certain knowledge of His eternal existence.

We are not common men, left to trust in the flesh, and the dying embers of carnal hope.  We are not forever moved, and blown about by every evil wind, or the doctrine of tyranny.  No, we are the first fruits of Christ, sons, and daughters of God… heirs and joint-heirs with the God of Creation. Our faith is not carnal, left to abide in despair, to lack the substance of hope, and the evidence of our trust in God.  Nay, we have an eternal and abiding faith, that delivers us from despair and all alarm… only believe, have faith in God, and all things are possible.

Blessed are they that trust in the LORD… whose hope is found in the LORD.  For they shall be like a tree planted by the River, that spreadeth out its roots, they shall not thirst; for they shall not see the heat of the day, nor shall their leaves wither in the season of drought, their leaves shall be green, and they shall yield the fruit of righteousness, whatsoever they do shall prosper.

For God’s Word is a light unto their path and a lamp unto their feet… it leadeth them in the darkness of this world, that they should not stumble or fall captive to the snares of the wicked … For we are they who trust not in horses or chariots, to deliver us from the sword of the wicked; our armor is not weak nor insufficient to the task. Nay, we are the soldiers and children of God and it is He who is the AUTHOR and FINISHER of our faith… He is the Lord of Hosts, and the Captain of the Armies of our Heavenly Father … it is He in whom we place our faith and confidence… in the Long Arm of the Lord who is more than able to deliver us from our enemies.

Take no fear my brother,  fear not my sisters in Christ, for the Lord is our victory and the battle is ours… He shall grant us shelter from the flame of affliction, from the plague and the wars to come… He shall cover us with His Wings and like a mother hen, gather us all to His bosom.  No harm may overcome us.  We are that Tree, that light in the darkness  as we carry the very Spirit of Life, wherever we go: In the mountains, in the valleys, over the seas white with foam.  God has blessed America, our home sweet home… God has delivered us who are His own…  We are not of this world and this world has no claim on us.

Now, take no thought for tomorrow for the evil of the day is sufficient unto itself… God has prepared tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow will bring with it only good things for the Children of Faith.  Make no mistake, no matter how dark it becomes… we are not without hope and the Candle of our Lord… shall light our way.

Have patients my dear brothers and sisters for the suffering of the season will pass... and with patients we perfect our souls, knowing that with time the trials of our faith shall bear great fruit.  Amen.

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Where have all the patriots gone, long time passing…

Where have all the patriots gone, long time passing… long, long ago. Who shall charge the furry of liberty’s furnace… Where have gone the stewards of liberty, long, long ago… who once secured our land, from the tyrant’s hand?…

Where have gone the giants of Valley Forge and Bunker Hill… long, long ago? Too, graveyards every one? Where live those who stood by the rude bridge at Concord…. whose, flags unfurled, did in the April breeze, declare their cause… Where are the men who once stood before the tyrant, embattled farmers, patriots true… a line of Blue, against the steel of tyranny’s blade… Whose great resolve did fire the shot, heard round the world.. .Where have all these Patriots gone… Gone to graveyards every one.

Are there any to raise high their standards… ripe with fury? Too, stand at Concord’s bridge once more, shoulder to shoulder, against the beat of the tyrant’s drums… Who, with cannons charged, and the tyrant’s blade, wet with blood, fear not tyranny’s hand? Where are the patriots who faint not from the task at hand, but with resolve will evict the tyrant from the land and ring liberty’s bell … once again. Let us now refresh the call to Patriots true, one and all, and with the blood of tyrants, refresh the Tree of Liberty anew.

Where have all the patriots gone… gone to Concord every one? Where will you go, long time passing?

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What Wonder Is This

 

What wonder is this that we should be given the privilege and honor to tell the story of God’s grace and His immutable plan to establish His righteous in man…

What wonder is this that the sun should shine and the day begins with dawns early light… that night should end and the Day Star begin… that man should arise to glory in Him…

What wonder is this, that God should consider our day and brings us along on our merry way… too enlighten us with the beginning of wisdom in our sheltered mind… what glory for man to find God in his life His promise to mankind.

What wonder is this … that drives us early to seek the Lord and His open door… to, speak with the almighty early too bless the poor and widow more…

What wonder is this that God’s bliss should rest in us whose nature is of the earthly, so frail but born in the image of so mighty a God as our Lord Jesus Christ…

Let us no more wonder at the mystery of our incarnation… of the Glory God gave us to be one with Him … for so do the fallen angels, wonder at man’s fallen state, yet man is adorned with God’s own glory … through His Son… that we should be One… one with God, and the Son.  Amen.

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When In The Course Of Nations… men are compelled to resist

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I am Poetry…

I am Poetry… a sonnet in time, a muse in rhyme… come listen and sing, I am Poetry.

I am poetry and I dance in the minds of men… from the beginning of time, I have awakened the sublime and brought low the tears of mankind… I have sung with wonder and with majestic parameter, metered out time… with a measure of magic… I have transformed the seas and opened up vast horizons… visions beyond mankind… are mine.

I am Poetry… and I bow to no man… but with the glory of Gods hand I do write tales and psalms… that break the hearts of humankind… I set the Angels to wonder, at the mystery of my kind…. The Roe does bow and the hills declare, Poetry is everywhere … the Spirit sublime… too, raise the humble and bring down kings…

I am poetry I sing… to a heavenly host, I bring glory where there was none… peace for war, and turning, in time… war once more… The day beckons at my call, flowers and the sun, revel at my regale, the world unfolds, and the hidden treasures of the mind, are foretold…

I am Poetry, behold… music declares my name, with flourishes of rhythm and sonnets that rhyme… with the somber timbre of the bass trombone, with the shrill pitch of the flute, I speak to the mute, to those with ears to hear… I am always near… for I am poetry.

I am Poetry … hear my voice and rejoice… see me, I dance before the sun… Know me… and be one, Come let your joy be filled…let the still peace of my song… sing to you… Be at peace, and know I am there… everywhere… if you can hear… I am near… I am poetry.

By: Ronald A. Nelson

COL. US Army (Ret.)

Mankind is often too hurried to hear the poetry of life sing… It is all around him… It lives… slow down, listen… The sun will speak, mountains will bow low, and the day will give way to joy… unspeakable joy… Be at one with the Son… and eat of the hidden manna… it’s all around you.

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Who Are The True Patriots?

Often, I sit in silence, as my mind drifts to days long lost … too, nights where horrors many did brightly light the skies… where men’s cries, shall never end. There, I ponder the weight of it all… What sorrow did gain and what tears many feed? ‘Tis but the mournful memories of patriots long dead… Whose, hearts doth shout… give me liberty or give me death… that resounds in my soul.

Did freedom so loosely lay itself in deaths way… That men presently, would trample upon their grave… Upon, the memory of those… whose lives did bleed… That they may live. Where comes this arrogant nature in men… Too, take lightly the pain of others, who suffered in death? Where is their true memorial?

Does it lie… in the mouth of those, who so glibly label their pain of death… tyranny. By what horrible exercise… of imperial power… did they die? And too what land do they now lay claim? For in their pain, they suffered for nothing more… than, man should live free… Free from the tyrants rage, and the ignorance of lesser men.

Where then comes this cry… from the high places in our land… Too, slander the brave and heroic… Our forefathers, and their progeny… Whose house they built, that we may live in freedom… How doth these men speak and live… What manner of people, hold them in high esteem… These who rob the graves… of the righteous; who steal the sacrifice of liberties… guarantors.

Woe… to this perverse and wicked generation… Whose, unthankful and derelict nature, doth tare at the wounds of those who feed the Tree of liberty… that they may be free.

RA Nelson

Col. USArmy (Ret)

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Remembering This Band Of Brothers Few

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Remembering This Band Of Brothers Few

Ye band of brothers few… whose courage ran red, whose dead did bleed the fields of valor red, whose, sacrifice now speaks to us all… with one voice… they call: Arise take our standard true and stand too. Raise high the banners of liberty’s cause… Once more, sound the trumpet loud… and beat the drummer’s cadence, too muster one and all. Let the cadence of our heart… bear witness to the despots hand… as the righteous rise, in all the land… too, cast off the cursed work of desperate man.

For sooner, did the cowards brace their lesser course…  giving way, before the tide of tyrants many; did these brothers few, this band of Patriots true, charge with steel their homeward course, too give no breath to these lesser men…. they stood in testament to liberties voice.  Stand now ye men of valor true… Lift up thine eyes, and with no more ado, take hold of your heritage… and with the sword of truth stand true. That our Nation may no more suffer the cowards brace; lay hold of our father’s course, and stay true to their race… as a permanent memorial to their courage, embrace the tyrant, and take up your father’s chalice, too drink of liberty while it may be found.

Let us remember this day of memorial… On this day, let us honor, those who answered liberty’s call.  Let us consider their sacrifice… with tears of sorrow for all, who suffered death that we may have tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, in liberty’s embrace. For those brave few, that band of brothers true, so righteously speak in their silence anew… That we may stand in liberties brace, tomorrow and tomorrow for our heritage and children’s liberty a true memorial too their just cause.

Let this day be no more, a fleeting memory… that catches the wind and then ado. No more, a breath of the past, so desperately needed by we few, we veterans of sorrows fields long lost, long, long ago. Let us gather now our strength, in hollowed remembrance of our fallen comrades… Whose sacrifice did furnish our tables and secured our fortunes, with liberty’s garlands and freedoms embrace, let us remember this day of grace… with every waking day… let us lay our wreaths, our garlands anew…upon those fields of remembrance, recalling our lost brothers true… with equal sacrifice, keeping their cause hollowed and renewed.
We shall never forget… those few, that band of brothers solemn and true; whose blood did run red, whose dead we now memorialize… Whose stead fast courage, did refresh the Tree of Liberty, for you and I.  God bless them all, now and in eternity. For they are the keepers of liberty’s gate, the watchmen on the wall, for us all.  Remember their call, this day, stand tall one and all… for this band of brother’s true… These few gave all… that you and I, need not die, nor perish for the lack of liberty, one for all.

Let us remember those who bore this burden…  many care not to embrace… knowing, that thru their sacrifice, grace brought liberty and prosperity to our gate. That, peace may be our Children’s inheritance and our Grand Children’s heritage. Freedom is not free, and liberty has a price. A price, that must be paid, in a world, where tyrants would deny the whole… their right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  Amen.

By:
Ronald A. Nelson
COL. US Army (ret.)

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