Pledge of Allegiance

By Earl Chinnici

I pledge allegiance to the ONE
Who created this land we live upon.
We raise a flag and fly it proudly,
not as an idol, but to declare loudly,
“We will worship our LORD without interference
as we await His last trump and reappearance.”

The U.S. was founded by a woman who fled.
For so many freedoms, she saw so many dead.
This land prepared before her by the LORD above,
she claimed many symbols: a cross, a fish, a dove.
She fought many battles and she still fights today.
Her children, beaten daily, sing and laugh and play.

Now, longsuffering, gentleness, and patience keep peace quite a while,
but a hateful, accusing and rebellious people will ruin any leader’s smile.
The dragon accused the brethren day and night before the LORD,
but was cast and bound to the earth by His mighty WORD.
See, Michael and His angels fought; they cast the dragon to the earth,
giving Heaven a peaceful rest, giving us a blight-filled dearth.

The dragon was given some time to further deceive the nations,
as he has deceived so many before us throughout the generations
Satan sacrifices his children and teaches his children to do the same,
but evil is still evil no matter how loudly they otherwise proclaim.
So we raise our swords for battle, it’s time for another inning.
Hard to war with one another, but this war is from the beginning.

Two great documents of reason once spoke out like a lamb.
Devils crept in unseen by many, though foretold by the great I AM.
Two great divisions of old, at odds since Earth’s foundation,
gather their people for battle; again dividing nations.
Neither side will waiver and we know only love can win.
Joy and peace… kindness and faith… will raise their flag again.

Close Calls of the Past

(Eighty Drops of Rain)
By Earl Chinnici

Beautiful dawn…
amazing reds…
I pray silently
thankful to see this day
Close calls of the past
warn me destruction draws near.

Outwardly brave…
inwardly weak…
this war in my mind,
threatens my sanity.
Close calls of the past
remind me I must trust.

Distant rumbles
drawing closer;
eighty drops of rain
hit a torn metal roof.
Close calls of the past
feed anxiety today.

Flashes of light
each time brighter;
moments between them
darker than day should be.
Close calls of the past
feed the fears within me.

An eerie calm…
strong gusts of wind…
seems they’re taking turns.
I pray there is more calm.
Close calls of the past
remind me to stay down.

Relentless rain…
pulses of light…
I ask forgiveness
and that I overcome.
Close calls of the past
feed today’s revival.

Deafening now…
my home trembles.
The breath escapes me.
Old trees slammed to the ground.
Close calls of the past
feed the terror within

Incessant prayers…
my soul trembles;
powerless I am.
Without HIM, I am naught.
Close calls of the past
remind me of HIS grace.

Suddenly deaf…
no… loud ringing…
turmoil around me,
but there’s now calm within.
Close calls of the past
remind me I am HIS.

Thankfully, HIS…
the great I AM.
I give thanks again—
for all of life’s moments.
Close calls of the past
feed me every day.

Poem on Poems

I think I should write a poem but wherever shall I start?
Many have written before me about matters of the heart.

Some cried tales of lost friends and loved ones, heartaches, and deep sorrow.
Others rhymed words of joy, of true love, and a bright tomorrow.

Some wrote about pirates and their shipwrecks, and buried treasures.
Still others told men’s secrets, evil schemes, or hidden pleasures.

Countless moving verses have been written throughout the ages.
Once I put the pen to paper, I’m sure to fill some pages.

~ Earl Chinnici “Poem on Poems”