ONCE UPON A TIME...

Step out,
Breathe in, breathe out.
Fresh, pure air rejuvenates my dry pale skin.
The Sun warms me with her maternal embrace.
I don’t need to fear.
It’s been many days…weeks…. months!
Time has become randomly bunched.

At first, it was dark… lonely in my mind, no hope I could find,
consumed by the demons of self-doubt and self-destruction.
I yearn for the comforting hug of mother sun, but we are apart!
I need the light…. a sense of hope.
God?
I’ve lost touch with what’s intangible.
Maybe it’s time to reconnect.
I’m on my knees praying for the Lord to heal the world.

The media has replaced its money materialist motto;
For warfare slogans dividing the status quo, people, wealth and an invisible enemy.
Social distance! abstinence! all within an instance!

It’s panic, fear, flight or fright,
plagued by an instinct to survive.
Buy, buy, reserve your resources.
It is about me not we!
But now death is I all see
It is everywhere I read!

The soldiers are innocent, young and old.
Stabbed and wounded by just a cold.
The doctors and nurses are trying to save ‘em but
the enemy has permeated, faster than we retaliated!

Bustling city streets have become hearses’ aisles.
Military personnel control the street.
As whispers of nature echo so discrete.

As the sun yawns,
people settle- like our forefathers used to mourn.
All pray for an end to this war.

As resources become scarce,
doctors, nurses and world leaders despair.
It’s time to turn to faith.
Hope? Where is the Pope?
God is with us,
Thus, re-connection is through the soul.

Isolate? Time to re-evaluate;
Calculate the value of health in the face of death
and not the cost of the markets’ lost.

Is this the end?
Why say thee?
“the world is whole only with no hole!”
All hope can’t be lost,
The sun will defrost.

Maybe this isn’t the end,
It’s just the world earning its need to mend!