Peace in Chaos completely captured my attention, from the first second I saw this image I was drawn to it. I have a thing for roses lately but also I think the name fits the collage and represents the feeling I get from meditation and bike riding along the Pacific, after a challenging day.
I looked up the artist and found Robbi Robbins Work on Flickr with a sweet CC license, so I’ll borrow one more on his fabulous pieces and share this post her on my blog and encourage people to click on over to Robbie’s gallery and marvel at this visionary artist.
I’ve been thinking about South Florida and USA allot today and there it was, or what appears to be; Ocean Drive in South Beach. This artwork inspired me to depart from the normal and freestyle this post to convey my own good feelings of joy and happiness for United States of America on this Independence Day.
The country that inspires us all and for better or worse, leads the world. God Bless America! The land of the free and the home of the brave.
The Star-Spangled Banner
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust.’
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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