Where is the light? Gone like the eagle?

Here we are many decades after my first husband and I answered the call to “ask not what our country can do for you/us, but what can….”we do for our country. And, here we are, again, approaching what seems to be a national shifting of consciousness as a presidential election looms ahead.

Over the years, the spark of our youthful idealism has dimmed many times over as we witnessed the demise of our trusted leaders, lost to us by murderous acts and the follies of greed and the lust for power.

"How can you buy or sell
the sky...."

So here we are, now, left with uncertainty as we approach this next election, wondering if there are any leaders left on our national scene to whom we can turn to light the pathway to which the ascendancy of our national pride summons us.

Thus I ask myself, again, “Where is the light to which Camelot drew us so many years ago?”

Is it gone, like the eagle, as Chief Seattle lamented in his famous response to pressures from the U.S. government to buy the native lands of his people?

Words attributed to Chief Seattle --

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone.

The end of living and the beginning of survival.