by Jay O'Toole
We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life.
|O, Liberty! My Liberty! Where do we now you call?
O, Liberty, upon the knees, once proud and standing tall.
Your island, now, is sinking low o'erspread by water's flooding.
The hope of all in silence bows through awful soulful drubbing.
O, statue of our Freedom's Flame,
thy face in muddy marsh
hath stumbled where the great one's stood.
Thy tongue, so dry and parched.
O, Liberty! My Liberty! We would not leave you e'er.
We lift you up from falt'ring knees. Your hope we do declare.
In wat'ry mess we help you stand, until the Truth is floating
o'er fiends of Earth, who brought you low through daily awful gloating.
O, statue, fire your flame, again.
Be washed of plough mud sour.
Your Truth is strong right now as then,
and Hope defeats the dour.
O, Liberty! My Liberty! You're standing in each test.
O, Liberty! My Liberty! Thy walls be ever blest.
The soulish, thoughtful edifice is founded in the mire.
The strength of Liberty we need in situation's dire.
O, statue, flaming fire, today,
return we do your grace,
that when they see your strong display,
returned be to your place.
This is an Homage to Walt Whitman's poem, "O Captain! My Captain!"
The subject of this poem is the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor.
This poem explores her health amid a world of many enemies,
who wish to secure her demise. Her fall and her restoration, again,
were seen in the dream of a modern-day preacher.
by Jay O'Toole
on February 22nd, 2021