One more Letter: ‘Thankful for the little White Church at the Lake’
I see the little white church that stood at the edge of the lake. This is where we learned to sing, Jesus loves Me Yes I know.
I remember Hebron Elementary where we learned the Pledge of Allegiance to our flag as “One Nation under God.” This same flag I have seen fly proudly high above our Nations Capital.
I walked the hallowed grounds of Arlington National Cemetery to honor the brave who died to keep our great nation free.
I stood proud of my service to my country at the Viet Nam Memorial Wall. Remembering that we all gave some but to these my brothers whom gave all I shall never forget.
I stood in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty with her torch lighting the way to this the land of liberty.
I have seen the rising of the sun out of the Atlantic and watched as it slowly went sinking into the Pacific at day’s end.
I sat on the oceans shore and watched the tides roll in and stayed to watch as they rolled away again.
I sat on these same sandy shores with new found friends singing songs of praise and the ballads of the day.
I withstood the furry of a hurricane as it battered this beach that’s become so much a part of me.
I have slept beneath the Colorado Spruce and awoke from under the canopy of the Georgia Pines.
I lay many nights crying out in prayer that I would see the dawn of a new day.
I have listened to the roar of Niagara’s great falls and to the sounds of water moving across the stones of a brook.
I have watched the clouds and wondered at the stars of night.
I have crossed the Great Plains and seen the amber waves of grain.
I have looked upon the purple mountains majesty while climbing Pikes Peak to see the snow capped Rockies’ of the west.
I see the beauty of the Appalachians as they turn a kaleidoscope of colors under the autumn sun.
I remember grandmother making breakfast on an Appalachian Sunday morning before we all went to church.
I remember the death of a president, then his brother, and a Baptist minister who had a dream for all.
I have also seen the death of family and friends. My father kneeled beside his bed in prayer. When asked what he was praying for, he replied “Just One More Day.”
I have seen the birth of my children and then my grandchildren and watched as they played.
I watched as a wife waited for her husband to read those words written in red.
I stood in the middle of a Central Ohio corn field and was returned to the discarded values of the past.
I will always be thankful for life’s blessings and for that little White Church at the Lake.
Steve Thorp Licking Township