Looking for Safety

Calmkate posted a writing/photo challenge at https://aroused.blog/2020/01/11/friday-fun-safety/ and I decided to take up the gauntlet to explain what safety means to me.

There was no sleep amid the screams
Dirt and debris from falling harm
A child’s cry rises above the din
Guardian angel don’t leave we pray

She sleeps deep with gentle dreams
Curled in clean cotton draped warm
The rain drums a lullaby with furnace hymn
All that was is washed away

President Franklin Roosevelt made a speech where he outlined what his vision for the United States would look like. It was 1941 and the world was poised on the verge of what would be come WWII. The speech is referred to as the Four Freedoms Speech. He outlined four essential human freedoms that would later be written into the charter for the United Nations. These four freedoms are freedom of speech, freedom of worship, freedom from want, and freedom from fear. Growing up in the Midwest in a middle class family I took these for granted. I enjoyed the privilege of never really knowing hunger, cold, lack of shelter, fear for my life or home, nor persecution for my faith. As an adult I know that there are people all over the world who live in abject want. They have neither shelter or food and the access to clean drinkable water is nonexistent. There are some who are beaten, jailed and killed for practice of their religions. For many fear stalks them day and night. They have no voice for there is no free speech or press. They must guard their thoughts and words for a slip of the tongue could result in imprisonment or even death. Safety for me is linked inexorably with freedom. Safety is never doubting that when you close your eyes to sleep that you will open them again. It is no worry about when your next meal will be provided or whether your opinion will result in arrest. It is a feeling of mental calm and relaxation, secure in the knowledge that the wolf is not prowling and death is not knocking at the door. Safety is what all the refugees across the globe are searching for. They just want what I have. All those opposed to allowing the refugees and asylum seekers to enter our country seem to think that safety and freedom are finite. I know differently. As the plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty proclaims:
“Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

44 thoughts on “Looking for Safety

  1. This is really profound and thought provoking and i love what you said about safety having to exercise all four freedoms as emphasized by the great Franklin Roosevelt…😀😀😀

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    1. It is true that freedom from want is fast disappearing for some people. It isn’t from lack of ambition or willingness to work. The 1% can’t see that – they only see money. Their greed has replaced any social conscience. A sad state of affairs!

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  2. very profound … safety is very closely linked with security as they meld. You are right about everyone wanting what we have and there should be enough to share if the one percenters could only open their hearts 🙂

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              1. yes how weird is that … my brother brought me a tray of mangoes yesterday. Can’t possibly eat them all myself so offered them to neighbours … they wanted to know what was wrong with them …?!?

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                    1. they’ve all gone, so they were so delicious but I have been known to turn orange before from eating too many … people thought I was jaundiced, it was just mango od 🙂

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                    2. Hehe! That happened to me with carrots as a kid (1st grade). Everyone had to “clean their plate” before going to recess. I loved cooked carrots and would trade everything on my lunch tray for cooked carrots at school and most kids would just give them to me. Probably ate a huge institutional size can of them all by myself! Luckily, it faded in less than a week.

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    Taal Volcano, one of Philippines’ active volcanoes erupted last Sunday. Prayers for the victims and affected are most welcome.
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    1. Thanks for the link but I had already commented since I follow you. As for that something – that is a pretty big something. I hope all my subscribers get curious and visit you – and maybe even start following you!!

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  4. I am touched deeply by your words, reminding us what America stood for and truly was a place people sought safe haven. thank you for writing this and reminding us that we all want the same things in life and why should we ever have a reason for fighting with one another.

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    1. Gina I’m saddened by the way America is perceived by most of the world. The policies of our present administration do not reflect the values of the majority. I am praying for peace and understanding, tolerance and acceptance, and mostly for that sense of brotherly love.

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    1. Yes and I’m doing my best to pray for all the people – especially those in positions of leadership! They need some divine guidance for sure. Hope they listen because Jesus is not always patient – just ask Saul/Paul… Though if someone had an encounter with the Christ perhaps we wouldn’t be in the situation we as a country are in…

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  5. Like you, I never wanted for anything, growing up. My folks, in return also expected clean plates, and helping hands. My mother was a polished elocutionist and writer-passing the latter skill on to me. Her singing talent did not get passed on to any of us, though.

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