ONE MORE TIME--By Kimberly Sabatini
All month long, we're blogging about things that have actually worked or gone right (in our writing lives or elsewhere) in 2020. I'm taking a little liberty with this post and the historical moment we are living in. I'm blurring the lines between the past and the present--between what has been, what should be, and what I hope will be.
What should always be...
If I say goodbye, the nation learns to move on...
It outlives me when I’m gone
Like the scripture says:
“Everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid.”
They’ll be safe in the nation we’ve made.
I want to sit under my own vine and fig tree.
A moment alone in the shade.
At home in this nation, we’ve made.
One last time.
One last time.
Though, in reviewing the incidents of my administration,
I am unconscious of intentional error,
I am nevertheless too sensible of my defects not to think it probable that I may have committed many errors.
I shall also carry with me the hope that my country will view them with indulgence;
And that after forty-five years of my life, dedicated to its service with an upright zeal--
The faults of incompetent abilities will be consigned to oblivion, as I myself must soon be to the mansions of rest.
I anticipate with pleasing expectation that retreat in which I promise myself to realize the sweet enjoyment of partaking in the midst of my fellow-citizens, the benign influence of good laws under a free government, the ever-favorite object of my heart, and the happy reward, as I trust of our mutual cares, labors, and dangers.
ONE MORE TIME...