“You keep saying that word. I do
not think it means
what you think it means.” (“The Princess Bride”)
It's not someone who clings
to a past interpretation
of national identity,
withdrawing amendments
1 or 2 or both, worshiping them
as if they are, in static
interpretation,
the be-all and end-all of our
existence.
It's not a force field we can
activate,
protecting us from present
or future examination
of our actions or
interpretations
re our country's founding
documents.
If we want to hitch our wagons
to those who carved this word
out of their selfless actions
and into their collective
identities,
we're going to have to let
our own energy and enterprise
be examined in the harsh
candlelight
of the present and the withering
starlight of the future.
History is the root
of today's loyalty,
not its fruit.
We are gardening
for patriotism's grapes,
not digging for its peanuts.
The future will judge us,
not for how we held our ground
through hell and high water,
but by how freely we tended
and pruned the vine of hope.
© 2015 Todd Jenkins
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