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The Story of the POW/MIA Flag

Good Morning Everyone,

I’m back and will start blogging again. Here is an engaging article that caught my attention this morning.

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia

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*Heisley planned to add color to the black-and-white image, but those ideas were dropped

Article by Marc Leepson.

You see it everywhere—the stark, black-and-white POW/MIA flag—flying in front of VA hospitals, post offices and other federal, state and local government buildings, businesses and homes. It flaps on motorcycles, cars and pickup trucks. The flag has become an icon of American culture, a representation of the nation’s concern for military service personnel missing and unaccounted for in overseas wars.

From the Revolution to the Korean War, thousands of U.S. soldiers, Marines, airmen and sailors have been taken prisoner or gone missing. But it took the Vietnam War—and a sense of abandonment felt by wives and family members of Americans held captive—to bring forth what has evolved into the nation’s POW/MIA symbol.

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THAT’S CHRISTMAS By Pat Garcia

 

 

Christmas,

The tingling of Jingle Bells heard on the streets,
Hurried, stressed, shopping,
Goose, turkey, deer, lamb or fish on the table,
That bring indigestion,
Overeating that deadens the guilty pull of our consciences,
Blinding us to the fact that over half the world is starving.
We get up from our tables,
With our plates still full of what we did not eat.

Christmas,

The celebration that has been taken over by our arrogance
Has been willfully dissected down to a small dot over the i to meet our emotional needs for belonging.

Our demands are for autonomy that separates us from the Creator who made us, demanding recognition as self-made men and women.

The virgin birth quietly disdained.

The God-Man ridiculed for such an unpopular entrance.

Unbelievable, we say.

His birth abhorred.
The Savior downgraded.

 

Christmas,

It’s about humiliation,
Believing in the virgin birth of the God-Man who upset the world.

Time changed from Before Christ to Anno Domini
And Salvation,
That dirty word that people seldom hear,

But when heard too often denied,
Opened the door to righteousness for all.

Though rejected by many, Love prevails.
Not in the gifts bought in department stores,
Not in the glamour of cosmetics, jewelry, or face-lifts,
Not in diamonds, silver, or gold,

Not in bonds, securities, puts, or calls,

Not in Christmas trees or cradles,
Not in boats, cars, planes, or trains,
That transport us away from the diffusion of our congregated confusion.

Christmas exists,

Because God took it upon himself to offer up the One sacrifice that would save us all.

Now Heaven’s gates are opened to all who believe.

That’s Christmas.

For God so loved the World that He gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16, The New International Version 1984 (NIV), Zondervan

 

 

Merry Christmas everyone,

Joyeux Noël à tous

Fröhliche Weihnachten an alle,
Buon Natale a tutti

 

 

Shalom aleichem,

 

 

 

 

 

Pat Garcia

Starting 2017 By Pat Garcia

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It’s best to start out slow.

Let everyone pass by you.

Regard the scenery,

Think!

Examine the obstacles,

Proof the ridges,

Learn how to ride the wave

And prepare yourself for the tide.

Always count your cost,

Estimate time needed,

Effort,

Price,

But don’t forget the rest zones,

Everyone needs them,

You also.

Having a plan never hurts.

Drawing a map doesn’t bring you off course.

It may slow you down, due to the unforeseen,

But the plan keeps you moving,

Even if only step by step.

If you don’t see light,

And the silver lining in the cloud seems to hide,

Don’ fret, don’t give up,

You have the map in your head,

The vision in your heart,

2017 has just started.

Enjoy the breeding months of winter

Where fermentation takes place below.

And seeds of hope germinate,

Gain strength,

Waiting to push their way upward,

As they gather  strength to sprout.

Give yourself time before you pick up speed

And run like the gazelle.

Wait until the wind is no longer hitting you in the face,

But pushing you forward from behind.

Wishing all of you an awesome 2017.

Until the 20th of January, be safe.

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia August 13 2016

Pat Garcia

 

Thank You for Your Support during The National Novel Writing Month

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It is the sixth day of December, and I am catching up after a month of NaNo (National Novel Writing Month) and three lovely days attending an online writers’ conference and book expo by RRBC from the first of December until the third of December. I now look forward to getting back into my routine.

 

Thanks to everyone who cheered me on during the month of November. I wrote 63,036 words on the third book of my series. Revision will start sometime next year.

 

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia August 13 2016

 

 

 

 

Pat Garcia

Shock by Pat Garcia

the-silent-majority-a-group-of-faceless-peopleShock shook the earth.

At first, only tiny tremors,

Politicians had ignored them.

The media had made fun,

Expounding their ignorance.

But, the tremors became stronger.

What happened?

Where did we go wrong?

The ceiling is still in tact.

The glass didn’t shatter,

People can’t take a splitter as a souvenir,

As some did with the Berliner Wall in 1989.

What happened?

What went wrong?

Who can we blame?

For ignoring the cries of the Silent Majority.

Until December 9th, be safe.

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia August 13 2016

Pat Garcia

The Champions Who Walked Among Us – The Black Pearl

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Not many people know about her.

Her resistance to segregation,

Her refusal to bow down to a system that degraded people of color made her a Pariah.

She raised twelve children from different nationalities.

No one mentions the hardships of this StrongBlackWoman in the history books.

A woman who refused to bow down to a Jim Crow system.

Very few Americans talk about her.

She sang and danced,

And she spied for the French Resistance.

She became the first woman of color to star in a major motion picture production.

She defied the system.

In her own way, she challenged the erroneous lies promulgated by a nation.

Her departure from her country caused many people to breathe easier;

Some even said good riddance to this dancing woman who dared to dance at the Folies Bergères clothed in bananas.

Her banana dance was considered scandalous to the puritanical thinking bred in her country.

She helped save a nation.

Not the nation of her birth, but the nation of the people who adopted her in their hearts.

That same woman became a French Citizen and was buried in the Cimetière de Monaco.

She was the first and only American woman to receive full military honors for her funeral.

Born in Saint Louis, Missouri, in 1906, this Black Woman, an African-American, Freda Josephine McDonald, alias Josephine Baker is known as The Black Pearl.

 

 

Until November 11th, be safe.

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia August 13 2016

 

 

 

 

Pat Garcia

LOSS – A Tribute by Pat Garcia

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In Honor of  Joseph Rubin, +October 11, 2016

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A gnawing pain,

A searing burn,

A deep emotional cut,

Slices and separates.

Leaving a zip zagged scar,

Unable to heal quickly,

A wound which reminds things will never be the same.

                        —

The world changed with your departure.

It is our loss.

A voice is missing,

A beloved no longer breathes the same air.

The shouts of hello and laughter by blogging and sharing thoughts are hushed,

Frustration seeps in; tears flow,

The value of the beloved recognized

Through loss.

                        —

An ache no salve can squelch.

No balsam can soothe,

It is our loss.

Your departure finds you beyond the Jordan.

No boat can transport us,

No plane can fly us,

No car can drive us,

No train can ride the tracks that lead into Jordan.

There is no rectification.

The loss cannot be wipe away.

For you cannot return.

                        —

How fleeting this life, we think we own?

How precious the breath we breathe?

How futile our thinking we master our fate?

                        —

Loss disturbs and reconstructs the status quo.

Down, down, deep in our souls,

We come against a sudden change we must learn to accept.

                        —

Recognition of the loss tumult within us.

Nothing will ever be the same.

A beloved has taken flight.

                        —

Down, down, deep in our souls,

We hear unspoken words of kindness,

Words we forgot to say,

No longer relevant.

Our hurt deepens at the missed opportunities.

We can no longer share them.

                        —

Loss,

A separation has taken place,

The pain grinds, gnaws, sears, and desiccates.

                        —

Loss,

No bandage fits it.

It’s an open wound that festers.

It heals daily by seconds, minutes, hours, days,

Weeks, months, and years.

How many?

No one can say.

                        —

In the treasure troves of our hearts.

We know that we know that we know,

Nothing will ever erase your presence.

You are our loss.

                        —

Loss,

A reminder,

We too shall go.

And our flight will be someone’s loss,

When we hear the trumpet call,

To cross over the Jordan.

                        —

Rest In Peace, Joe.

Shalom aleichem,Pat Garcia August 13 2016

Pat Garcia

 

 

Freedom by Pat Garcia

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Freedom by Pat Garcia

A strange word,

FREEDOM.

It beguiles,

Deludes,

Misleads,

Encourages,

Separates,

Divides,

Unites,

And

Heals.

In a world where acceptance rules,

FREEDOM dwells;

Understanding flourishes;

Toleration becomes a border;

Delusions vanish;

Community evolves.

Freedom walks,

In a world where acceptance rules,

 And fear dissipates.

Freedom speaks out,

People listen and dance to their own beat

In Unity,

Which encourages,

And community evolves.

Freedom loves,

In a world where acceptance rules,

Without chains,

But demands consequences,

Responsibility,

Commitment,

Dedication,

Loyalty,

Trust,

Reliability,

And faithfulness.

When freedom exists,

Prejudices take flight,

Respect marches in,

The Creation breathes easier,

The Spirit, the tiny funk deposited in us surfaces,

And fences come down,

Communication erupts like Mount Etna,

Wars cease,

Children no longer die young,

Women dance in the streets,

Men rise above their differences,

And Community evolves.

Until October 14th, be safe.

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia

Work, A Poem by Pat Garcia

 

WORK

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The day ends.

Work is undone,

Not yet finished,

It looms in the background,

Waiting.

Another day begins.

Work is undone,

No longer looming,

But pressing,

Demanding attention.

Oh, the joy work fulfills or robs,

The disappointment it brings,

When overtime must be done,

And work becomes the victor that kills love,

That has turned bittersweet.

Be safe this weekend.

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia August 13 2016

Pat Garcia

Missing by Pat Garcia

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Some things get lost.

Some simply misplaced.

Some disappear into thin air,

Only to reappear at the yard sale,

Where items collected have been brought,

And the number of years,

Spent in one city,

One house,

One family,

Become a fading nostalgic memory of what used to be.

 

The Old Garage Shed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Missing objects sometimes suddenly reappear,

As the last breath of a life reigns us in.

Making us see the futility of our hoarding,

Our grasping for what we cannot take with us.

Missing objects cry out,

Lost but now found,

And take center stage at the yard sale.

They move into the house of another,

Or land on a huge pile at the waste disposal,

Waiting for the grinder, as we wait for the reaper.

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Wishing everyone a nice weekend.

Be safe.

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia August 13 2016

 

 

 

 

Pat Garcia

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