“While Waiting For The Sky To Fall” [Pandemic series]
I hate these days of certain death,
Though unaware when latest breath
Will be our last – reality
Is far from what we children see.Pandemic’s second wave is here,
Unbidden, latent, far from clear;
But judging from reality
Of public’s gross stupidity –I hunch that it will sweep away
The best, for as the ancients say,
“The good die young” – it’s not the bad
Who get dismissed – and that’s so sad.So we’re the ones who’ll be around
When this pandemic’s vaccine’s found,
And we go back to “How things were”
As if all this had not occurred.Lord, “Too soon old and too late smart”,
Is how it is for all – we part
With good, as they pass on this day,
Inspiring us, but out of play.And so we ‘mean and mean’ survive,
Unworthy here to be alive;
No time right now to be a saint –
Survivors, we their portraits paint.I had not noticed that before,
But it’s so true – could I say more?
Not likely – world, post-Eden’s gates,
Is hell – and that it celebrates.Thanks for this insight here and now,
Which gives perspective – You allow
Us to take one road or the next –
The worst, the best, or second-best.And that’s the place where most survive,
That middling way – we stay alive;
But is this life here, in between,
Where status goes to mean and mean?I doubt it, but I’ve found my voice,
For “In between” makes clear my choice –
Not in my aspiration-layer,
But in my role as lived-out-prayer.Thanks Lord for this.
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