The past 2 years,
Like the 400 thereof
Have been no divine comedy
For us; how can you sit, swell
And think it so? Little has changed
Since the first Exodus: Dante’s Hell
Is nothing where we’ve had to go!
And swim to survive the overflow.
He never had to deal with the James River
Landing and the subsequent hell to follow
As we’ve continued to seek that Easter morn
The Son’s glow continues to deliver.
Let us celebrate in distant peace and love;
The overflowing cistern flows from above.