Pandemic

The world is dying
What will you do?
Children are starving
Grandfathers wasting away
For want of a touch
For embraces denied

For gazes averted
For simple souls never seen
Never heard

The world rushes on
Albeit more slowly
And for different reasons
Than before

Even now
Mercy waits her turn
As hatred speaks
Unabated

What more could be done
By an angry god or
Even a loving one

To open the eyes of the intentionally blinded
To turn the ear
Of the muffled truths

The poor you will always have with you
Jesus said with broken sobs

The poor you will always have with you
And also the dying
Some alone
Some embittered
But very few
Ready to go

Very few
Ready

dg
4/3/2020
Sent from my iPad

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