Brisk with an early morning chill.
The last of the autumn leaves
Of New England have fallen.
The night before has been long
With anticipation.
The streets are quiet before the
Last rush of hectic voters.
This is not an ordinary morning, in
Fact it is an extraordinary morning of a
Day that will set a precedent in the
United States election.
One that will determine the direction
Our nation will go, in the course
Of events facing a people who are
Distraught with fear and distress.
A world wide illness plaguing our
Lands.
As the sun begins its circuit on the
Eastern horizon, its rays reflect a
Massive structure, doors that
Have been locked since COVID 19 are
Opened.
A Cathedral, built in just short of a
Century, on a rock of religious freedom
Welcomes all seeking silence and
Sanctuary.
A sacred place for rest and reflection.
A vigil of prayers will be said.
From morning till night, hour upon hour
Until the very last ballot is cast.
~~~
Many centuries ago there was a similar
Story of a nation suffering in infancy,
Released in freedom from a land of slavery.
A people all too familiar with plague
And pestilence, in the land of Egypt.
Only by God’s grace were they spared.
Led by a humble man
Struggling for wisdom to lead his
People to a promised land.
With a people constantly complaining
Even after miraculous provisions of water
And bread. His people are faint with thirst,
Questioning –
“Is the Lord with us or not?”
A threatening nation from a foreign land
Has sought their lives
High on a hill looking over the sea
Moses lifts his rod.
And Israel prevailed!
But when his arms became weak and
His hands heavy, with no strength of his
Own, no longer could he lift his hands
To fight.
And the enemy prevailed!
His men intent their battle be won
Placed a stone of strength beneath him
Lifting his hands until the sun went down
And the battle was won!
****
For our leaders, who fight for our nation
Becoming heavy with arms of frailty, their
Hands weak in the effort to find peace.
Searching for healing, hope and unity.
Will we as a people lift them up that
They will not despair, that
They will be steady in the wake of this great
Dispensation?
The question is asked,
“Is the Lord among us or not?”
****
“The God who watches over America
Never slumbers or sleeps”
Though kingdoms and nations will
Crumble and fall
We are assured He is in the midst of
Us all.
No matter who will win, we will
Lift them up
That they may not stumble.
Tomorrow, for one more day
The *Cathedral doors are open for
Prayer and contemplation!
*The Washington National Cathedral
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