When our middle child was six, she began drawing the most creative pictures I have seen in quite some time.  There was the lady with packages coming up our porch steps, as seen by a squirrel on the electric pole across the sidewalk.  Another picture was of a friend looking cross-eyed at a dragonfly on her nose, from the perspective of our daughter as if she were toe-to-toe with her friend.  We knew it was time to get the child outside more when she started drawing folded clocks.  But for the missing drips, we might have had an innocent Salvador Dalí on our hands!

Let's borrow that unique childlike perspective for a moment and consider the last night of the Republican National Convention, if you will join me.

Let us fly over the excellent speeches that were not covered by any media outlet, except for C-SPAN.  (Look for videos of these at the C-SPAN website.)  Some of these speeches included personal testimonies that Mitt Romney, although he doesn't call himself a community organizer, has actually done much for his community, large and small.  Romney has fixed his fellow church member's roof almost immediately upon request, helped a dying fourteen-year-old boy write the boy's own will, and tracked the progress of another young church member's life with cancer from her young childhood through to passing in her middle twenties.  Romney has apparently also generated and saved quite a few jobs over his lifetime, most notably in the steel industry, which he has helped to maintain in the United States.  Indeed, this is an impressive perspective that we don't receive from the mainstream media.

We might, for a moment, dive over Marco Rubio as we consider whether Generation X is just about the most serious-minded generation we have for dealing with the serious issues of our time.  (Nota bene: Obamus Augustus squeaks in as a Baby Boomer.)

Buzz like a perplexed bee over Clint Eastwood as he shows his mettle off the silver screen and turns the Leader of the Free World into an invisible Charlie McCarthy ventriloquist doll.  (I hope that Mahmoud Ahmadinejad wasn't watching!)

And then there is Mitt Romney, mastering the art of summing up information that should have been covered by news media, while keeping the attention of ADDed television audiences and still getting out a few political points and promises.  Well done, Governor.

After the beautiful Romney and Ryan clans come on stage, waving sweetly, and the red, white, and blue balloons fall, let's really have some fun and fly up to the ceiling of the convention center and perch like birds in the rafters from where the balloons have just dropped.  And try not to swoon, because Timothy Cardinal Dolan of New York is going to give a mighty closing prayer to the Tampa audience and all watching on television.

As exquisite as every word in the prayer is, with Dolan's referencing the Declaration of Independence and Emma Lazarus, I shall faint like an SEIU member at an Obamus Augustus rally when Cardinal Dolan prays these words:

Give us the good sense not to cast aside the boundaries of righteous living you first inscribed on our hearts even before inscribing them on tablets of stone. May you mend our every flaw, confirming our soul in self control, our liberty in law.

These words are a reference to natural law, the philosophy that humans have inscribed in our hearts.  They tell of the commandments to love God above all and our neighbor as ourselves, to remember that we have been endowed by God with free will to choose this.  The second sentence of the quotation is a reference to my favorite stanza from "America the Beautiful."

Oh, the swoon is coming on again, because, along with a few other folks in this country, I already had a God in 2008 before Augustus came in trying to fill the void.  And God blessed me by putting me in the most wonderful nation on earth, as the song says:

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness

America! America!
God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.

O beautiful for heroes prov'd
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country lov'd,
And mercy more than life.

America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine.

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.

America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.

Marianna Trzeciak, Esq.'s writings have been published here in American Thinker, as well as in LifeNews, LifeSiteNews, and Catholic and secular print news sources.