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He came—Covid-19—delivering the secret of nature
And her moon-like ways in her allegorical messaging
Bringing a corona-like reality molded in the mysterious
Waxing and waning of the night reflector of the daily sun
Teaching that the waxing always precedes the waning
And the waning never flattens but merely curves back.
With him, nature sent some of her other selected pedagogical
Storms; other pedagogical storms with their painful lessons
That has become a plethora of excruciating enlightenments
Casting dark shadows on the values of our formal and informal
Credential-powered society and its various forms of disproportion;
Disproportions conveniently overlooked, if not dishonorably denied.
Yes, we have known and come through many storms in this life;
We have known and many have experienced the devastations
Of the collateral damages that all types of wars have left behind
But this present storm—present war—came dropping silent bombs
Leaving mountain piles of deaths and a plethora of collateral damage
And our world caught off guard by ignored warnings and lack of prep.
It is amazing that in today’s war against the exterminating silent enemy,
The power that is in the selfish hands of an illusionary-minded being
Has become used like a rattling machine gun shooting vanity pontification
Of self-praise, while all around fellow beings are dropping dead like flies
Distancing themselves as they fly into an unseen cloudy mist that only
“Raid” could spread over the hidden sheltered-in-place hidden battlefields.
Standing on the rungs of hope of the ladder of living life, we lookout
Over the horizon, our eyes’ vision falling back on the dreadfulness of home
As we pray that it’s all a dream turned a nightmare we would soon awake from
But the reality makes us wish that we could go back into the nightmare of sleep
As reality further makes us realize that humanity has honestly failed to realize
That it is God who rules this Garden of Eden with the All Seeing Eye on its apples.
Now, here we stand—weary worn—tried and tired; heads and hands held high
With our eyes still on the prize as we beseech the Most High God to please come—
To come where we stand—and hear our cry from the transgressions we now bare.
While we must forgive in getting redemption, we need not forget transgressions
Nor the transgressor; so, come let us sing together that song of hope and faith:
“Precious Lord, take [our hands], Lead [us] on, let [us] stand…” in praised triumph.
