A suburban greenmom celebrates the Fourth 1200 miles from home...
A very simple post for today--a day when my own nation celebrates its independence, and a day when more and more I begin to feel twinges of ambivalence...I love my country very much, but I also am more and more deeply aware every day of how intertwined the fates of all the world's people's are--we have one world, and we all share it, and we are all in this together.
There is a song we often sing in my church on the Fourth, and though I am traveling and won't be there this year, I offer it nonetheless:
This is my song, Oh God of all the nations,
A song of peace for lands afar and mine.
This is my home, the country where my heart is;
Here are my hopes, my dreams, my sacred shrine.
But other hearts in other lands are beating,
With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.
My country’s skies are bluer than the ocean,
And sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine.
But other lands have sunlight too and clover,
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.
Oh hear my song, oh God of all the nations,
A song of peace for their land and for mine.
May truth and freedom come to every nation;
may peace abound where strife has raged so long;
that each may seek to love and build together,
a world united, righting every wrong;
a world united in its love for freedom,
proclaiming peace together in one song.
--Lloyd Stone, 1934