Crossroad 24, Letter to America
Dear America.
My name is Common Sense.
A few people still respect
and utilize me, but in many if
not most places, I am no longer
welcome. Nevertheless, I beg of you
to bear with me in this brief discourse.
Here we are again,
at the crossroads of heaven
and, as Charles Dickens would say,
"the other way".
We have been here before, often
pushed to the edge as in 1776, 1812,
and 1860; just to name a few. By God's
good graces, we withstood the attacks
of our enemies and survived our own
civil war against ourselves.
The present questions before us are
whether or not we will survive and
recover from our present determination
to be at war with ourselves.
Do we dare embark upon a course that bodes
no good fortune? Must we insist on a family
feud set on disembarking from America's
foundation principles? Shall we pursue
a direction intent on rebuilding a nation
whose God is no longer The Lord?
I love you America, and I still believe
in you. I shall continue to pray for you.
Your friend,
Common Sense
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