Another new poem today as I take time off (among millions worldwide) to attempt minimising a dual of frustration and despair caused by the coronavirus. As I have said many times on the blog, creative therapy always helps me.Try it sometime? Writing, gardening, sport or simply going for a walks and engaging with the mors positive aspects of life around you ... birdsong, the smile on a stranger's face, bumping into an old friend and reliving the brighter side of life on Memory Lane, and more besides ... it all helps put a positive spin on even the most negative days ... yes, even if it's raining.
The poem is not a gay-interest poem as such, so why am I posting it on both blogs? Well, as I have said before, our differences don't make us different, only human; LGBT folks are no less affected by the pandemic than anyone else. A poem is not only gender-neutral, it is altogether person-neutral; anyone can love or hate it, enjoy disputing what it has to say or taking comfort from discovering that you are not the only one to feel much the same way ... whatever.
[Note; This poem also appears on my general poetry blog today.]
The poem is not a gay-interest poem as such, so why am I posting it on both blogs? Well, as I have said before, our differences don't make us different, only human; LGBT folks are no less affected by the pandemic than anyone else. A poem is not only gender-neutral, it is altogether person-neutral; anyone can love or hate it, enjoy disputing what it has to say or taking comfort from discovering that you are not the only one to feel much the same way ... whatever.
[Note; This poem also appears on my general poetry blog today.]
As the world continues it fight against the coronavirus, there are people from different backgrounds and ethnic origin desperately anxious for families, friends, neighbours, and how the pandemic will affect us all both in the short and longer terms.
A neighbour commented only yesterday that she fears she will never know peace of mind ever again.
The human spirit is a tough cookie, and so are human beings; nor does it need religion to focus on what the host body needs most. Yes, religion offers many people the social and spiritual support they cannot find elsewhere, but the human spirit is something altogether different, part of our individual condition, which is why I often refer to mind-body-spirit as one entity.
I am not attacking religion; if it helps a person through life, so much the better. Religion is simply not something with which I have felt comfortable since childhood; as a pantheist, I see nature as, not the creation of any God. I daresay some readers may be horrified, but different religions have their own agendas and dogma through which they express their faith, why not a free-thinking pantheist?
If God is all things to all people, why not to a poet? A poet, moreover, who believes very strongly in free as well as positive thinking, and agreeing to differ rather than constructing fences.
FINDING PEACE
It has been a bleak mid-winter
of the heart, the world’s natural seasons
overpowered, to the extent
that even Earth Mother’s gift of spring
has failed to either reassure
or bring hope to millions left engaging
with an invisible enemy,
chances of success 50:50, some estimates less,
world in distress
Governments trying to beat
unpredictable odds, racing against time
(and each other)
to produce a vaccine, between delivering
short fixes if not always
in time to prevent death rates rising,
street demonstrations
but inciting the usual party-political squabbling,
solving little or nothing
Leading clerics, unable to explain
any Covi19 turn of events in terms holy agenda,
customised dogma
rising to the politic, trusting the rhetoric
of dogma to fuel such a need
for reassurance as will fuel repentance,
swell congregations,
let rooftops ring with songs and hymns of praise
in the hope of finding peace
Peace, though, makes its home in mind-body-spirit,
having sought, found, and sees fit
Copyright R.N. Taber 2020
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