There is more power in unity than division.–Emanuel Cleaver
The American flag flies in front of my little house, waving bold colors for all to see.
Divided, though the stripes are, the lines drawn have beauty that can make the strongest among us weep in unity and love.
I fly it there because I feel pride, awe, and a sense of hope.
Today, as in November and January, I looked at my flag, and the stars seem muted, the colors faded, but this flag does not run away. The flag in front of my little yellow house flies bravely.
It represents boldness, strength, and completeness, not confusion or fear.
It does not have disappearing lines of understanding and acceptance; it is appointed with truth.
I will continue to fly this flag, as I refuse to let the ignorance of one speak words that could possibly represent more power than the multitudes that those clear white stars represent.
There Is A Time 