This came, partly in a dream and partly in a picture in my mind. I was in a baseball stadium with people holding an American flag horizontally and then the flag ripped. I woke up and as I thought about it, I saw in my mind a rope and grommets putting the flag securely back together. It’s the idea that our country is torn apart and God wants to unite us once again.. There are 2 versions:
1. It has a poem on the back written by John Sprague, (Mac) a former Marine. Note Cards blank on the inside.
2. The explanation of how I got the idea for the painting and what it means, tells the story and can also go on the back of the note cards, or the poem by John Sprague
“Our kids and grand kids hold safety drills.While we pretend that nothing is wrong.
Some take a knee because they disagree, when they hear our country’s song.
We march and we walk amid venomous talk, like a Kipling’s East and West.
We’re going down hill against our will, while we each think our side is best.
Our spirit is worn and our name is scorned, like this, we’re sure to die fast
But there’s common air from here to there, so think and breathe…RELAX
For the blood we bleed’s universal, like those who choose to defect,
Roots run deep and all families weep, yet the answer is simple…RESPECT
Let us differ in thoughts and our customs, but listen and let each other know
That despite all the chatter, all lives matter, our differences are how we will grow.
So my arms are open and I’m eagerly hoping, you’ll at least try doing the same
Because being exactly the opposite, is a form of being the same.
Please talk to me and I’ll talk to you, and together we’ll make our own plan
You see, for each of us the last two words, in American are “I Can.”