L-I-F-E, A Masque Haunt
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2020 has seen rising tensions across the entire spectrum of humanity, testing even the strongest of human spirits, bringing out the worst as well as the best in us; the worst, caving in to frustration and rage while others struggle to act as peacemakers against a Here-and-Now subject to invisible tide of Covid-19.
In 2020 the world has almost certainly seen and shared in the devastating effects of more pain and premature deaths than for centuries, bringing some of us together while driving others apart, and leaving many to fend for themselves as best they can.
Yet, where there is life, there really is hope and our hopes for better, kinder times ahead lie in the making and delivering of vaccines designed and tested to defeat the coronavirus once and for all; the word is, it can defeat the new variant also.
It will be some time yet before everyone has been vaccinated. In the meantime, we can but let Hope take root in us and let it rise above the unkinder and more negative qualities with which human nature is so often likely to engage whenever under duress; at the same time, we should try and make allowances for the latter, too, both in ourselves as well as in others, while not letting it get the better of either, if only because that is doing no one any favours.
L-I-F-E, A MASQUE HAUNT
I
come in all shapes and forms,
attacking
mind-body-spirit, part by part
as
time goes by
without
its always being on the alert
or
understanding why
it
feels undermined, drained of everyday
life forces
like hope, resolve, stoicism, even the power of love
threatened
by an invisible enemy
I
bring out the worst and the best
in
humanity worldwide, made answerable
for
such feelings
and
actions no more in keeping with us
than
our losing heart
for
waking each new day with a sense of dread
the
growing weight
of
daily trying to makes sense of ever moving goalposts
as
likely as not foiling all finer aspirations
Ah,
but the human hearts dances
to
many a tune just as love comes in many
shapes
and forms;
people,
places, memories, all configuring
inner strengths
within
even a failing mind-body-spirit, urging it
to
do battle with me,
defeat
my best agents conspiring to bring it down any way
they
can, and will, unless it calls them out
I
am called Stress, in any Masque Haunt, its natural leader
until
Love steps up, blows my cover, takes over
Copyright
R. N. Taber, 2020
Labels: aspiration, common humanity, global consciousness, hope, human nature, human spirit, life forces, love, memories, mind-body-spirit, negative thinking, personal space, poetry, positive thinking, society
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