“Individualism, the love of enterprise, and the pride in personal freedom, have been deemed by Americans not only as their choicest, but their peculiar and exclusive possessions.” – James Bryce (1838-1922)

“Individualism, the love of enterprise, and the pride in personal freedom, have been deemed by Americans not only as their choicest, but their peculiar and exclusive possessions.” – James Bryce (1838-1922)

“Of those men who have overturned the liberties of republics, the greatest number have begun their career by paying an obsequious court to the people, commencing demagogues and ending tyrants.” – Alexander Hamilton (1787)

A poem in gratitude for community #14:
In Gratitude for Community by Michael Romani Thinking back on the days of birds singing Always certain of what my life would be bringing Dragon flies buzzing along a cool pond breeze And lemonades shared under waterside shade trees These vivid memories carry with them strong feelings Of times spent with friends and send my head reeling From the thoughts of simpler times filled with gratitude I was happier then social ties given humble latitude Always having time and being allowed to be my self Be it sipping there with friends or reading from the shelf Blessed as I was with that a multitude of connection The community I grew up with helped shape my best direction It's there I learned the ways of connection to my source And finding my way through everything as a matter of course I grew a strong sense of familiarity in that community Where I grew up with good friends, time and my family (c) November 14, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
“Peace comes not from the absence of trouble, but from the presence of God.” – Alexander MacLaren

“In disquisitions of every kind there are certain primary truths, or first principles, upon which all subsequent reasoning must depend.” – Alexander Hamilton (1788)

A poem of thankfulness #13:
Walking In Thankfulness by Michael Romani There in the goodness that is the God-ness That waltzes right past guilt into innocence With the grammar of faith we talk our talk Knowing that thankfully, we'll walk our walk It's a prepositional thought of our place When we think of finally meeting God face to face It's there in the poetry and in the prose Life as a love letter we might pre-suppose So many points of light we hold in deference Certain that the ways of God are our preference Saved from the shame and pain of my own sin Struggling back to repentance again and again So very thankful that in my woeful needs God saves me for His good purposes and deeds Putting my hand firm on the heavenly plow And somehow muddling through for the better somehow I stand amazed looking into the mirror's glass Knowing that my moment of doubts will move and pass Grateful that He changed this taker into a giver Holding fast to the truth of God as my forgiver Life has proven that God's dwelling place is with man And this very notion that helps me be the best I can Having received the gift of God's redemptive salvation It is with humble gratitude that I keep this in my contemplation (c) November 13, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
“The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential… these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.” – Confucius

“The Second Amendment to our Constitution is clear. The right of the people to keep and bear Arms shall not be infringed upon. Period.” – Donald Trump

A poem of humility and gratitude # 12:
The Healing Acceptance of Self by Michael Romani With gratitude, I accept myself No longer looking for answers from a shelf But, seeking instead to find peace from within Behind that wall of pride that is my sin There is power in this new humility Embracing the more subtle side of my humanity Where the sands of time slip down the glass As each of my memories come to pass One by one, I am discarding my illusions Like a fire burning above my confusion These are the moments walked best alone In the hallowed night down ancient cobblestone With a cut of blade, I rage again with violence As though a victim of my own enfeebled silence So many questions will remain a divine mystery As I humbly awake from my own sordid history Finding that my truest self is the soul of my heart That deepest within that has known Christ from the start This is the place where my reality moves past pain And leaves behind my tears that have fallen like rain In the grand scheme of the truest mystery All we think we know fades into divinity Resting in this peace, I awaken to serenity Where I find my comfort inside God's eternity Thankful for the healing of my child within I leave behind the past of love once felt when I believed in the magic and warmth of family Before too many dysfunctions had their way with me But, now that I have begun to move past trauma And am setting aside the hurts of self afflicted drama Its these steps of the unfinished business of discovery Which find me with grace, finding my way toward recovery It seems my shadow as a repetition known as compulsion It finds me drowning in the pain of needful absolution This is the trap, you see, constant in all of humanity Until at last we take our steps reaching with humility (c) November 12, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
“There are three constants in life… change, choice and principles.” – Stephen Covey

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